From Hair to Hare

We gave Eli another haircut. We had decided to shave it before Access Hollywood informed us it was the latest trend. 

It was another week alone while Kwang traveled to London on business. I'm not a big fan of business travel. As my sister Kathy puts it, home really is much more about the people living in it than anything else. Before Kwang left for the U.K., we shared a nice steak meal and a bottle of wine. Because I've been nursing Eli, I haven't indulged in wine in a VERY long time. The last time I recall was when I was unknowingly pregnant with Eli and had some wonderful chianti. I'm not much of a social drinker but I love having wine with a good steak. When we have it at home Kwang ends up drinking most of the bottle because I am such a lightweight. I assume I lack the supposed enzyme that many Asians do because I turn as bright as a ripe tomato at just the smell of alcohol.  What's worse is that I become a bubbly, non-stop chatterbox. And this is why Kwang does not encourage me to drink outside the confines of our home. He likes his usually quiet and gentle-spirited wife. Haha. So anyway, after having wine that night I sat at work the next day wondering if Eli would turn red and giddy after my mother-in-law fed him my milk. What a cute sight that would have been.

Jude still dreads bedtime and always wishes we could go to sleep together. It literally takes every ounce of will in me not to stay with him. It's so sad to see him sad. We've recently been reading Guess How Much I Love You at bedtime. I received this book three years ago at my baby shower for Jude and have eagerly waited for the day he would understand and enjoy it. Together, we love to read and imitate the pages of this charming book. What's funny is that when we near the end, Jude suddenly gets a very serious look on his face and takes a deep breath. This happens every night. He then gets teary-eyed when we get to the page where Little Nutbrown Hare gets sleepy. You'd think the next page reveals Little Nutbrown Hare dying some sort of tragic death. Instead, he just falls fast asleep in his father's arms. It's a wonderful, feel-good story for everyone but Jude. That is how sad he gets every night about going to bed. It's cute but heartrending to watch him quickly wipe his tears with his shirt sleeves so he can see the pictures. I guess I'm writing this for no other reason than for me to recollect later, because it is at times like this that I just want to squeeze Jude and tell him I love him all the way "up to the moon-- and back."