My 2-year old does not want to be called Princess Isabella. She prefers either Super Isabella or Doc Isabella.
Today was special. Dennis and I both took the day off work today to celebrate our 7th wedding anniversary. After dropping Dylan off at school, we planned to head to Temecula. But we were so excited from our weekend spent touring model homes at College Park in Chino, so we decided to check out a few more model homes in the area. How sweet and romantic, huh?
But then we headed to Temecula, and enjoyed a delicious lunch at Wilson Creek Winery. I gave Dennis one of his gifts — a mini album celebrating our 7 years together. After lunch, we headed to Oak Meadows afterwards, and took photos with the self-timer while we reminisced about our wedding. Then we stopped by the Old Time Sweet Shoppe in downtown Temecula for some ice cream to cool off. It was delicious! Bought some candy as pasalubong for the kids, and chocolate for mom. Then one last stop was at Michael’s where Dennis bought me a sewing machine! It was wonderful to spend time together just being ourselves and not worrying about the kids. We talked about the past, our present, and our future plans together. Even after 7 years, we’ve only just begun.
“Mommy? …. I love you.” Dylan said to me randomly (as he often does) while he was putting on his pajamas. “I love you too, Kuya,” was my automatic reply.
Then I paused. I could almost hear something more behind the question. Like he was waiting for something. I turned around to face him.
“When do I love you, Dylan?” I asked. He hesitated. “Um, when I do good things?”
“Nope. I love you all the time. Even when I’m mad, and telling you the right things to do, I still love you. I love you all the time.” His eyes lit up in understanding.
“So when do I love you?” I asked him again.
Dylan smiled, a contented smile that all was right in his world. “All the time,” he answered.
I smiled back at him.
Isabella loves to randomly sing:
“Wain, wain, go away, come ‘gain other day,
Isa – bella wantet pway, wain wain go away.”
So. Freaking. Cute.
How do I bottle her up to remember these days always?
Stayed home today to take Dylan to his doctor for his physical. Besides the routine stuff, Dylan had to have a PPD skin test done for TB since he is entering Kindergarten in the fall. He was about to cry when he found out that he would need to be stuck with a needle, but I reminded him he had done it before and it turned out ok. We took some deep breaths, and he calmed down. He asked if he could close his eyes, and I said of course. He closed his eyes, the nurse stuck the needle, and soon it was over. He didn’t cry during the procedure, my bravest boy. I mean, I know he has gone through more than just a needle stick with his tonsillectomy, but still. I asked him if it hurt, and he said it did, a little. The nurse had said to think of happy things, and he said he thought about Legos, using the iPhone and iPad, and the computer. He asked me what I thought about when I have to get a needle stick. I said, I think about him and Isabella.
Afterwards, we had a pizza lunch date at Pizza N Such, and had a walk around the Claremont Village before we headed home.
Remember the old days, when I was three years old…?
Mom and I just looked at each other and laughed. You know, the old days, two whole years ago? I guess when you’re five, that’s almost half your lifetime.