Justin had a 6:00 flight this morning, which meant that I was up at 3:30 and didn’t go back to sleep until after 4:30. I remember the 5:55 alarm going off. I have absolutely no recollection of the 6:10 alarm. I was completely shocked to wake up and see 6:44 flashing in front of my face. There was no “Jesus Loves the Little Children” playing to remind me that it was a weekday and I needed to get up. Just Cindy Fitzgibbon giving me the forecast and reinforcing that it was indeed 6:45.
Robbie and I managed to get dressed, fairly fed (Barkley ate most of Robbie’s breakfast), and out the door only three minutes late. When I dropped him off at daycare, I told Zhining that Robbie would probably be hungry. This is when I found out that he actually eats two breakfasts every day. I feed him at home, and then he has a breakfast of yogurt, fruit, and dumplings (really?) with Zhining. She really summed it up for me: “QiQi (pronounced CheeChee) is a hungry boy. He eat a lot.” Apparently!
Roberto is doing all sorts of big boy things, and I’m not sure how to feel about it. He watches everything I do and has started imitating me. He’s figured out that he needs to buckle his car seat and has started trying to buckle himself in. He knows a few parts of his body (only in Chinese) and points to them when you say them. He runs around like a maniac, calling an orange a ball and eating through the peel. Well, maybe that’s not a big boy thing. But it’s pretty cute.
I think I’ve mentioned that Robbie likes to play with the broom and the Swiffer before. Today, I gave him the broom and left the room for a few minutes. When I came back, I saw Robbie walking around with the dustpan, acting like he was brushing the dirt into it. That was adorable enough. But then he walked over to the trash can, opened the lid, and pretended to empty the dustpan into it. How does he even know to do this? Makes me really pay a lot more attention to what I do… I think I’ll start doing even more chores in front of him.