our baby boy is growing up so fast. and practically every day there’s a moment or two (or more!) when he and his sister make me feel like crying – from sheer mommy happiness. 
last month, franco woke up in the middle of the night, a cranky and grouchy baby. maybe he wanted his milk, maybe he had a nightmare, who knows? i woke up from a sound sleep to see him crying beside me, kicking at the blankets and making his grumpy noises. spent a few minutes cuddling and comforting him, feeling more than a bit grumpy myself.
when the crisis had passed and he was quietly drinking his milk, i was surprised when he suddenly set his bottle aside, looked at me and said, “wabyu”.
it was the first time he had said that on his own. usually he just tells me that in response to my own “i love you” to him. i know that at 2 years old he has no idea of the full significance of what he’s saying, but still.. all my crankiness disappeared in a blink and i couldn’t help but cry a bit. long after he went back to sleep i couldn’t stop hugging him.
stretch marks and added pounds be damned – motherhood has its own rewards.
i remember when you were this small..
..ngayon big boy ka na!
