Snooze

Weekends are the best. No "work-work" (save cleaning, never-ending laundry, and dishes). Just having fun and relaxing.

Although days of sleeping in on the weekend are but a distant memory, I have the two best alarm clocks. First, Eli wakes me up to feed. This is one of my favorite times of the day. I am amazed that for about the past five months, Eli's life has been sustained by nothing else than what my body has produced. His meals have been completely free! I think I'm alone in my excitement, because Kwang gives me this hello-this-breastfeeding-thing-isn't-new-because-you-also-nursed-Jude look. But I am still amazed. I love sitting in the quiet dark of the early morning, just me and Eli. I can't help annoying him with kisses and squeezing his chubby thighs as he gulps away. A friend of mine once told me that getting married made her finally feel like a "woman". For others, it might have been turning 24 years old. For me, it was having children.

My second alarm clock is Jude. Shortly after feeding Eli and returning to bed, I wake up to the feeling that someone is watching me. That would be Jude. He's the cutest little boy I know. When he wakes up, he doesn't barge vociferously into our room. Rarely a ripe berry on the grumpy tree, he'll just stand next to our bed, holding his blanket, waiting for us to wake up and notice him. So this past Saturday, I placed our camera under my pillow in anticipation of his arrival. Please excuse the blurriness. I'm not the best photographer the second I wake up. But isn't he so cute, patiently waiting for us to open our eyes?

  

Thanks to Kwang's good friend Henry who gave us tickets, Eli got to experience his very first Dodgers game yesterday.

Here is Jude concentrating on catching any potentially stray balls even though it would have been impossible from where we were sitting:

  

Unlike Jude, Eli can be a grumple-puss quite often. I think it's partly because he has a voracious appetite and becomes uncomfortable the second any part of his stomach is empty and partly because, well, he takes after me. I don't consider myself super sensitive or emotional, but I will admit that of the two of us Kwang is the more laidback, happy-go-lucky type. I can hear my sisters in Chicago nodding their heads in agreement as they read this. So while I tried taking a lot of pictures of Eli at his first game, only a few came out without him doing his sad-I'm-about-to-cry frown. I'm not quite sure what a four month old has to look so serious about, but that too is from me. We both have those Christian Slater, almost Jack Nicholson-obnoxious eyebrows. Poor guy!

BTW, the Dodgers won.