Took this picture of Elmo’s footprints. I did mention in previous posts that we were having works done on the house, one of them was a covered walkway connecting the garage to the side door (which leads to the kitchen). As the workers were already paving the walkway, we requested that they allow Elmo to stamp his footprints on the cement while it was still wet. 😛
Would have wanted for handprints as well, but he was being fastidious at that time and didn’t want to get *dirty*. 😛 He is pleased with the “finished product” though and would point to his foot prints, exclaiming “My feet!”
When he’s older, I intend to take a picture of his much bigger feet beside his tinyfootprints.
And just like that the storm has passed. We’re still dealing with the bands, but at least the worse is over. Thank God for the Sierra Madre which broke the winds.
Terci woke up in the early morning, and together we kept vigil as the eye of the storm passed over us; it was a momentary period of calm. 😯 Elmo got awakened by the loud banging of the doors and windows, but was consoled back to sleep. I was also able to sleep already after that, but only for a couple of hours.
Woke up this morning to find puddles outside our room.
Terci: Oh there’s water on the floor.
Elmo: Yes. It went in through the windows. Because it rained for forty days and forty nights! ☔️😅
Aww Elmo, our little ray of sunshine in this stormy weather. 😊 I realized that although kids are dependent on adults for their physical needs, they are not useless. In fact, they are a great morale booster! Their seeming “helplessness” is overmatched by their hopefulness.
And during these interesting times (and I don’t just mean this typhoon, but all the other uncertainties in this world right now, i.e. terrorism, wars, political instability, disease epidemics, climate change), when I start succumbing to worry and fear and anxiety, I look at my son. His innocence and carefree ways are a source of cheer and strength and encouragement. 😃 No wonder children hold a special place in Jesus’ heart; they are a tangible evidence of God’s love and grace and promise that everything is or will be alright in this world. 😃
Elmo calls the subdivision’s security guards, “Men.” It’s cute and amusing, but inasmuch as there is nothing wrong with it (since they are all grownup males anyway, i.e. not “boys.”), it’s been a puzzle for us where he got the idea since we don’t dare call them as such. 😮
Only today did we realize that it was because of the Little Baby Bum video, “The Grand Old Duke of York” (he had a thousand men!) Sabay saludo!
You see, every time we enter the subdivision, the guards salute as a way of acknowledgement. 😉
Today, Elmo took his first few independent steps. It was a bittersweet moment for us. On one hand, we’ve been raring for him to start walking. There are moments when we catch him already able to stand on his own. These are unguarded moments, even *he* is NOT aware of. Because when he becomes conscious that he is standing on his own, he panics and frantically grabs on to something for support. 😛 (Reminds me actually of Wile E. Coyote chasing the Road Runner, and runs right off a cliff, only to fall *after* realizing that he is suspended in mid-air. )