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Dec. 8th, 2003 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_liberationLast night I made gingerbread men with Nicholas.
I love spending time with him. He always makes me smile when I need it the most. 5 year olds have the most interesting view of life...everything is so simple.
Or is everything always that simple, we just make it messy?
I think we make it messy.
Terri-Lynn had to work, so she couldnt help us.
Instead Nicholas and I made her her very own gingerbread decorated by us!
We do the same things every year, and although it's only been about 3-4 years ongoing, I never tire of the routine.
Him and I have always been really close, I guess that's why my father asked me to take care of him if the plane crashed on the way to or from St. Lucia.
It doesnt suprise me that I was so quick to answer yes.
I'm old enough and mature enough to take on something like that.
He's my brother.
Watching him grow up is like nothing I have ever experienced before. I'm guessing it will be much the same when I have children.
He ran up to me yesterday just before dinner and asked me why I wasnt at his hockey game in the morning. He said I missed him scoring a goal.
I hate missing his games.
And as much as I hate early mornings, I still jump at the chance to wake up with him and get him ready for school, watch cartoons, and make him breakfast.
And then there are times when we are just sitting there on the couch watching cartoons or some Disney movie and he leans over and says, "I love you" with that little sparkle in his eye. Nothing can replace that. Nothing compares to that feeling.
I guess it's a big deal to me because I never really had the chance to play the big sister with Terri-Lynn, and even when I do, she totally plays it down. We're adults now, so it's different.
She wants to talk about girl things. Boyfriends, sex, you know.
Having Nicholas around is refreshing.
I can be silly again, not that I ever stopped; I just have an excuse now.
While him and I were decorating the cookies last night, I noticed that he wanted everything as I had it.
His smarties had to be in the same spots as mine, his colours had to be the same...it made me smile.
I guess you never really know what kind of an impact you have on someone until things like that happen.
Last friday, he was a bit rough waking up.
Usually, I'm up at 7-7:15 and he is awake on the couch watching his cartoons, but not that day.
He was sound asleep in bed, snoring.
5 year olds have it rough, you know.
Oh, what I would give to have more than 10 hours of sleep every night.
Anyway, I went in and shook him a bit, tried to wake him.
Didnt work.
Of course the one day that I cannot be late for school, and the day of my last exam, he sleeps in and refuses to wake up.
Of course.
So I tickle him. That usually works right away. Oh, but not that day. Not that day at all.
He rolls over laughing, but wont get up.
I love those moments.
All I could do was laugh with him
I often wonder why it is that I just can't get mad at him.
Maybe it's that sparkle in his eyes.
I hope that he never loses that.
And the questions. I hope he never stops asking me his questions.
Oh yeah, I wasnt late that morning.
I love spending time with him. He always makes me smile when I need it the most. 5 year olds have the most interesting view of life...everything is so simple.
Or is everything always that simple, we just make it messy?
I think we make it messy.
Terri-Lynn had to work, so she couldnt help us.
Instead Nicholas and I made her her very own gingerbread decorated by us!
We do the same things every year, and although it's only been about 3-4 years ongoing, I never tire of the routine.
Him and I have always been really close, I guess that's why my father asked me to take care of him if the plane crashed on the way to or from St. Lucia.
It doesnt suprise me that I was so quick to answer yes.
I'm old enough and mature enough to take on something like that.
He's my brother.
Watching him grow up is like nothing I have ever experienced before. I'm guessing it will be much the same when I have children.
He ran up to me yesterday just before dinner and asked me why I wasnt at his hockey game in the morning. He said I missed him scoring a goal.
I hate missing his games.
And as much as I hate early mornings, I still jump at the chance to wake up with him and get him ready for school, watch cartoons, and make him breakfast.
And then there are times when we are just sitting there on the couch watching cartoons or some Disney movie and he leans over and says, "I love you" with that little sparkle in his eye. Nothing can replace that. Nothing compares to that feeling.
I guess it's a big deal to me because I never really had the chance to play the big sister with Terri-Lynn, and even when I do, she totally plays it down. We're adults now, so it's different.
She wants to talk about girl things. Boyfriends, sex, you know.
Having Nicholas around is refreshing.
I can be silly again, not that I ever stopped; I just have an excuse now.
While him and I were decorating the cookies last night, I noticed that he wanted everything as I had it.
His smarties had to be in the same spots as mine, his colours had to be the same...it made me smile.
I guess you never really know what kind of an impact you have on someone until things like that happen.
Last friday, he was a bit rough waking up.
Usually, I'm up at 7-7:15 and he is awake on the couch watching his cartoons, but not that day.
He was sound asleep in bed, snoring.
5 year olds have it rough, you know.
Oh, what I would give to have more than 10 hours of sleep every night.
Anyway, I went in and shook him a bit, tried to wake him.
Didnt work.
Of course the one day that I cannot be late for school, and the day of my last exam, he sleeps in and refuses to wake up.
Of course.
So I tickle him. That usually works right away. Oh, but not that day. Not that day at all.
He rolls over laughing, but wont get up.
I love those moments.
All I could do was laugh with him
I often wonder why it is that I just can't get mad at him.
Maybe it's that sparkle in his eyes.
I hope that he never loses that.
And the questions. I hope he never stops asking me his questions.
Oh yeah, I wasnt late that morning.
