Friday, March 27, 2009

Double Digits

This is the eve of Diego's passage from single to double digits; tomorrow he will be 10 years old.

The time has flown by yet there have been moments when I look into his face and time is non-existent. You know those standing still while the world revolves around you times. But somehow, suddenly, time has marched on and brought us to this date, 10 years later.

So much happens in 10 years, you know? Seriously, when I try to remember even the milestones in Diego's life... where has the time gone?

Diego has learned to overcome so much without even realizing it. And he is growing up... all too quickly.

He's still my little love though, he always will be. Take this evening for instance. Diego didn't want to go to bed, he was very excited about his birthday and party tomorrow afternoon. The bed time routine went by the wayside and, long story short, he ended up going to bed only by threat of not having his party. He came downstairs five minutes later to hand me a small stuffed heart embroidered with 'XOXO' then fell into my arms sobbing. My little love.

So, happy birthday to my little man! I love you more than you'll ever know or I'll ever understand. You are the reason I rise in the morning and my reason for falling into bed exhausted at night. You make me laugh and cry. You are fun to be with. You work hard to overcome obstacles that would make me want to give up. I am so very proud of you!

Keep growing up, my little one... just not too fast, okay?

Monday, March 16, 2009

Today's Olympic Dreams - FAS Version

While driving Diego to school this morning he struck up a conversation about the Olympics. I thought he might be talking about the Science Olympics which he will take part in next week (I'm so proud of him!). No, he was actually talking about the real Olympics.
Diego asked what I thought he would be good at in the Olympics and I told him he can do anything he puts his mind to. I went on to explain that getting to the Olympics takes hard work and effort with some talent sprinkled in. The conversation went like this:
Diego said, "So, could I be a runner?" I told him of course.
He said, "Do you think I would be fast?" I told him that I know he's a very fast runner.
"What if I was a super hero?" Well, being a super hero would mean you couldn't compete using your powers and besides, super heroes aren't real, remember?
"What if my super hero talent was flying?" Are we still talking about the Olympics because I don't know if there's an event for flying in the Olympics.
"Yes, I'm talking about the Olympics. What if I only flew a little bit and nobody knew I could fly?" That would be cheating and you must never cheat.
"I think I could be a jumper then because I'm a good jumper on the trampoline, is there jumping at the Olympics?" Yes, it's called the high jump or you could jump hurdles.
"I am sure I could fly just a little bit at the end of the jump and no one would know." That's still cheating.
There was a long silence and then in true FAS fashion Diego said, "Well then, I think I'll have to stick to flying paper airplanes and give up jumping."
That's my boy!

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Hair

Hair is a delicate issue with me. I have thin, fine hair and have been through everything from frizzy perms to short and long cuts and everything in between.

My hair was getting rather long since I hadn't had it cut in a year. As it grows out it gets scraggly on the ends and looks even thinner than it really is. So, I went for a hair cut on Tuesday... and again on Wednesday for more cutting... or finishing touches.

Diego, being the first to notice changes to a person's looks, asked if I got a haircut after school on Tuesday. My reply was that I had but I didn't ask what he thought of it.

When I woke Diego for school on Wednesday morning, (remember this was prior to the second cutting) he looked at me and said, "You still have that weird hair?" I don't know if he expected my hair would grow back overnight or what but his comment prompted my phone call for an additional cut.

I downloaded a photo of a woman with the cut I wanted (I understand it's Victoria Beckham), took it to the salon and got the cut.

So, this morning when I woke Diego for school his comment was in typical FAS fashion, "You still have that weird hair?"

Yep, still have the weird hair. Nope, didn't call for a third haircut.