the dab master

for whatever reason, dylan will bust out with his dab dance moves - his go to move for all occasions. I'm very grateful that both boys are generally pretty happy boys, although dylan tends to be more sensitive than evan. Not sure if i should be happy that he expresses himself so freely, which is a positive way of saying that often he's a complainer. He often talks about having a bad day... which is tough because sometimes i feel like he's inherited some of my "why do these things only happen to me syndrome." this past weekend, when we were up in st helena celebrating musubi's birthday, having a nice lunch ... and he was complaining that he trying his best to give me a nice smile (which was not a sincere smile). I wanted to send him to gratitude camp. These boys have no idea how fortunate they are, as they slurp down oysters with reckless abandon, and how hard brian and i work to provide opportunities for them. dylan is in part time chinese school, started piano lessons when he was four, has had dance lessons, tennis lessons, t-ball, soccer lessons, kindergym and swimming. he's had more exposure to activities than i ever had, and he's only 5. granted i'm guilty of over-scheduling...but if we can provide exposure to activities and he likes something (and is hopefully good at it), then i consider it a good thing.

as sensitive as dylan is - he is the sweetest, giving me hugs, kissing my pregnant belly, making cards for me and baba, and also for musubi's bday - sharing his story with strangers during our st helena weekend. it's hard for me to believe that he's old enough, and his reading is proficient enough to have read the "i'm a big brother now" book to brian tonight as his last book. He really has progressed well in kindergarten and developing a social life with his buddies in his class. sitting still, paying attention, listening - are still growth opportunities for him, but overall he's been doing very well. i wonder if he remembers evan being born. I wonder if evan will remember this baby being born.

dylan kind of has limited body awareness - like he's all limbs and i don't think he realizes when he elbows or steps on me. im guilty of not witnessing any of his tennis or soccer lessons, but do believe brian when he says that dylan is pretty coordinated, which obviously comes from his gene pool, but i still wind up getting hurt all the time.

i do love that he seems to have a love for music. he has an amazing way of singing the wrong lyrics for songs, and i do have concerns about some of his musical taste. he's been a fan of bruno mars, and drake (fake love) and katy perry. but he's my boy - since he also really likes ed sheeran. still on the fence about if i should go to the concert in socal and take him for his birthday. i did work really hard to get all those tickets.

what's difficult is me feigning interest in pokeman. I just can't get into the game or the characters and he loves his cards, and the characters and the stories. perhaps i have just lost that part of my imagination. i'll blame my pregnancy brain and shortened attention span.

both boys love to travel, they love hawaii (again who doesn't), have really started to interact and have a relationship that is really like a radical social experiment to witness. i still can't believe that i have 2 boys...and potentially another one on the way.