Happy Birthday to my Baby Boy

I can't believe he is 3 years already. My son is the sweetest but most difficult child of mine. He is mischievous to the T but hilarious lol His infectious laugh will send you packing with all of your plans for punishment. He is not my first child but he challenged me as a mother and still does.  He loves to play but is very curious and loves to learn new things. Amidst his many distractions he managed to learn his alphabet in Igbo, English and sign language. I'm pretty sure as bright as I was at his age I only knew my alphabets in English. He loves to sing all of his nursery rhymes, knows his colors, shapes, can count 1 to 30 in English and 1 to 10 in Igbo and sign language.  He knows how to cheer his mama and sister up and has held down the forth as the man of the house.  He also can sit through the barber chair without crying lol He loves to pray and can recite the Lord's Prayer and wait for it.... He is potty trained!!!!! Yay

To my boy,

May you have long life and many happy returns; we wish you a happy birthday and many happy returns. I pray that God continues to bless me and papa to continue to direct you to the right path in life. May you continue to shine as a child of God. As strong as you are, may it always be put for a good purpose. As intelligent as you are may it make you always prosperous. As you learn to love God may he always watch over you for us.  We love you and again happy birthday.

In The Midst Of Our Chaos

Hi my blog readers, how I've missed you so…. I never thought my busy life will stretch our distance but I would like to make a simple commitment to at least once a month.

As I write this post, Baby Girl is doing her homework; and Baby Boy is practicing his sign language and in between he runs to the potty and we (minus papa) all stop what we are doing to do the potty-praise-dance. Papa is out of state at Naval Postgraduate School (i'm sure studying for some exam); I have home made mac and cheese baking in the oven. This is a typical day in our home; I come home from a whole day of work; we exchange kisses (minus the hubby who is away); Nanny waves good bye; I prepare dinner simultaneously, while I finish my work notes and the kids do their studies and then we sit down for dinner and we talk about their day; then we play; read; bath time; prayers; pick out their outfits for the next day, sleep and oh my! I feel exhausted already just simply narrating the sequence of events (sigh). When the kids are in bed I go back to work! work! then clean up the living room while talking to hubby on the phone; finish work; do some yoga and then I sleep.
Typically hubby comes to visit us once a month, simply because it is easier for one person to travel than for three people to travel but for the first time since he has been away (14 months) I went to visit him and left the children with my parents and you wouldn't believe how much I missed this boring routine, I missed my children so much that you would think a country separated us.  I know it is ok to do this once in a while but I tell you I hope it is easier the next go around because for me there is something about tucking my babies to sleep and knowing that they will be in their rooms where I left them. Every night I had to close my eyes and imagine I was doing all of those routines just so that I could carry on.

Hope your days went well. Stay blessed