You are officially three years old, and I can’t believe how fast time has flown by.
I’m amazed at how much you’ve grown and developed within this past year. You’ve accomplished so much and I couldn’t be more proud of you, kid!
Beyond the basic fundamentals of ABC’s and 123’s, you’ve impressed me with your knowledge of Bruno Mars songs. You can recite each line of your favorite TMNT movie, and you know the difference between Huraches, Air Maxes, and Jordans.
You are aware of safety in all areas of life. For example, you tell us to hold your hand when crossing the street, and gather all the butter knives on the table at every restaurant we go to, claiming that these utensils are very dangerous and only grown ups can use them.
But you still have trouble grasping the idea that your toy sai weapons are a hazard whenever you pretend to be Raphael, and you swing them here and there, putting everyone around you at risk. It’s okay, you’ll eventually get it one day, because it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
Awhile back, I went on hiatus and took a break from the blogging world because I realized that I felt a lack of fulfillment and satisfaction in my posts.
I focused on the expectations of my readers, rather than concentrating on my passions.
Eventually I revisited the idea of blogging, with the intent to let go of any anticipation. I decided that I would solely begin DatuKnows in order to share my thoughts, or whatever it is my heart desires at the moment.
I have a strong interest in writing and promoting positive dialogue. So let’s look at this blog as some sort of conversation.
If you read my last blog post, it’s obvious that Everest had the time of his life splashing around in the pool on Saturday. But what I didn’t share was the impromptu photo shoot he had with his favorite cousin, Camdyn.
If he wasn’t swimming, he definitely was running around the house with his older cousin.
There’s something about their kinship that is very special and so heartwarming to watch. They’re great with one another, and truly get along. The tantrums and fights are minimal. Pretty much close to none, since I have yet to witness one between the two of them. That in itself is a rarity.
Whenever they play together, I love hearing their genuine laughter. It’s moments like this that I’m reminded of how sweet and innocent our children can be, and that we must cherish every single minute.
Thankfully I have these pictures (even the one where they both take a tumble) to look back on.
Saturday was sweltering, to say the least. With the weather reaching 100 degrees, it only made sense to go for a swim. Thankfully, we were invited to visit our cousin’s family and hang out at their new home in Gilroy.
Their gorgeous home was fully equipped with a lovely swimming pool. Personally, I believe that if you’re going to live in Gilroy, you must find a place with a pool to combat the dry heat during the summer. My cousins made a smart choice.
All in all, it was great just to sit back and relax and spend some quality time with the family. It was nice to see Everest beginning to get more comfortable and confident in the water. It’s safe to say that we all had a blast.
Hopefully there will be more days like this in the near future.
Recently, a friend of mine asked, “What’s the point of getting married?” He immediately followed up his own question with this statement: “I’m already committed.”
And then it hit me. I went through the same conflicting situation five years ago (give or take).
I was in this steady relationship with my then boyfriend – now husband, and I had no sense of urgency to walk down that aisle. It wasn’t him. It has always been me.
Ever since I was a young girl, I never wanted to get married. I never daydreamed about that perfect wedding dress, or had a song picked out for the first dance. I never imagined what my husband would look like, for the simple fact that I never wanted a husband.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t born with this idea of becoming Miss-I-don’t-need-a-man-cause-I’m-an-independent-woman. Not to say that I don’t have that mentality now; however, that wasn’t exactly the reason behind my logic that I carried at an early age.
To be completely honest, I never wanted to get married, because I didn’t have a marriage to look up to.
My husband and I are currently having the on-going discussion of finances, and after taking a look at my recent expenses, I realized that I spend way too much money on the simple act of convenience.
Please correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t we all guilty of this? We live in this consumer society that is perpetuated by the advancement of technology. We are constantly finding ways to minimize the time spent on daily tasks, in order to push through our productive schedules. Or, we’re just lazy…
Either way, since I’ve succumbed to this lifestyle of accessibility, my pockets are beginning to hurt.