Whenever I look at them, I’m always high. These are the men in my life (with an extra boy.. my nephew). At night, when they are all sleeping, I wonder how I was able to take care of them, yup starting from my husband. These men have different personalities and I haven’t perfected the art of dealing with each of them yet but mommy is trying real hard.
My oldest son, my husband. I know it’s a joke around every household, to call their husbands their oldest son, why? Oh well it seems that men, even at that age (and after having 4 kids) still acts like a kid. You have to constantly remind them of the things that they should do, like socks on the floor, turn off this, turn off that. And you have to prepare the things they need. Though to some wife, it is a problem, not to me. It’s how we thrive. He feeds us, I take care of him.
My real oldest son. He is a cry baby, yup at 7 years old, he still cries at the smallest thing. He even cries at night out of no reason at all. But without his tears he is a very clever boy. And he is a very responsible kuya too.
My second Mico who still thinks he is a baby and acts like one. I could not blame him, he was our youngest for the longest time. But he loves his younger brother and younger so much. You cannot trace any single jealousy or envy on him.
Chicolet as we fondly call him, our third boy. He is the most playful of them all and the most charming too. And though it was too soon that he was the youngest, he loves his dear sister the most.
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