Look, ma, no hands!

The beauty of xanga is that I can type ad nauseam about my sons without forcing anyone to read. I can also take an egregious amount of photos and chronicle our spectacular decision-making abilities as parents:

What can I say, we are korean parents. We feel compelled to balance our 20 lb baby in the palm of our hand. In our case, it takes exceptional skill considering the size of Elijah's head. I may have mentioned that in the evenings, Eli usually suffers from a bad bout of the grumpies. Well, his mom finally figured out that all he wanted was to go to bed earlier than everyone else. How was I supposed to know he didn't want to stay up for the party?? So now, he'll go to sleep as early as 6:30pm and won't get up until I wake him 11 hours later. And then once I nurse him, he goes right back to sleep for another few hours. This morning, he is going over 12 hours without a peep. He is my little superstar!

My other little peanut is lovin' the pre-school life. Normally, it is difficult to get Jude to smile directly at the camera. With Mrs. Debbie at his side, however, I don't even have to ask... even at 7:15am and he still has bedhead and a puffy face from sleep. She really is the best teacher I could have dreamt of for Jude. But really, how could you not love my Jude? More than impressing her with his letter sounds or alphabet, he cracks her up when she throws something in the garbage and he cheers, "Nice shot!"

Well, if I didn't have kids that made me laugh so much I'd probably be waxing poetic about my husband, because before I fell for Jude & Eli I fell for Kwang. Good thing I have kids, eh? Kwang and I attended a wedding yesterday. It was a beautiful wedding. I have always enjoyed weddings. Even when I was 27 and my mom worried why I wasn't in a rush to sign up for one myself. Despite what she thought at the time, I was always a prayerful and hope...ful romantic. Waiting for my Mr. Darcy, my Gilbert Blythe, my Mr. Knightly. Just didn't meet him until a serendipitous trip to Vegas. He was rougher around the edges than the aforementioned Mr. Darcy, but I am proof that God is too good to his children. As long as the list was of qualities I prayed for in a husband (there were really only about 3 or 4 or 186), I never could have imagined meeting as perfect a partner for me as Kwang (Laker fanaticism aside):

So now I pray for my sons. I pray that one day they will each meet a girl that loves them as much as I love their dad. It's inevitable that from time to time Jude & Eli will see my mood flavored with irritability or selfishness. This comes with the daily grind of life and the fact that, again, I am a korean mother. But I hope that as they grow, the mother they see and remember most is the one that cherishes and adores their father to no end.