It’s Christmas Eve. I’m sitting in the hotel room in Waikiki with the patio doors open and listening to the sounds of Hawaiian music and splashing in the pool while Cole naps. I heart Hawaii.
I realize it’s been a very, very long time since I’ve posted anything. Thank you for giving us the space to grow and live and enjoy our Summer in Seattle and Fall in Portland without posting any updates. I’ve been trying not to get too anxious about everything I haven’t documented and to just enjoy the moments. Obviously, a lot has happened with two growing boys.
Cole turned 1 year old a few months ago and just started walking 2 days before his 15th-month mark. He took a little break while we moved from Portland to build up his confidence and started back up with gusto during our first few days in Lanikai. I forgot how exciting it is when they realize they can move upright, the pride beaming from their little faces. Cole has always been our little ham, and he continues to be. He keeps us all smiling.
Max is a tremendous big brother, lending a hand or congratulating Cole on a new milestone. He will turn 3 in just over a week. He conquered potty training in early August, before I was even ready. We had to rush out and buy undies for the guy because he was over the pull-ups. Been there, done that. Max is forever surprising us with his athletic abilities. He prefers lefty in golf, basketball, and soccer, but can kick and throw with either side. He can throw a perfect spiral and can make swish-a-roos from a pretty good distance. He’s probably a lot like David at that age. Almost in perfect complement to his athletic and competitive abilities is his sweet and thoughtful side. The out-of-the-blue “I love you, Mama” is heaven-sent. The one he gives me when he knows he just did something wrong is still appreciated.
Right now, Cole is napping and Max is swimming with his cousins, Jack and Abby. And it’s Christmas Eve! You kind of lose track of the days when you’re on holiday. For me, Christmas means snow and cold and sledding and hot chocolate, rosy cheeks and fires in the fireplace. Not here. I’m smelling jasmine and plumeria in the wind. I don’t mind, of course, but it’s different. Still, a Merry Christmas!
Mele Kalikimaka,
The Behrs
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