Things are moving very slow. It has been a month that Ethan wouldn’t go to bed in the night. He is too young to understand day and night. Sometimes I feel his day is not 24 hours. One day it’s 20 hours, another is 18, then a following active 48 hours. I slowly adjusted myself to follow his schedule with music, movie, painting, and tons cups of coffee. Not much reading.
Overall he is so lovely. He already starts to call “mama”, “papa”, “oh pa”, “oh ha”, “ah boo”, “moo moo”, etc. etc. He can flip to his tummy and stay playing toys in tummy time. He loves to use his legs and feet to attempt standing and jumping. Also, he loves to observe anything everything.
It’s unfinished. I was very anxious about painting slowly. I know stuck on one piece for too long will lost the feeling of it. However, when looking at Ethan, I enjoy every little step of advancing he made. Therefore, I want myself to enjoy every precious time I saved for painting too, instead of wasting my mind on worrying. Also I believe as long as one really be there and remains there with ones work, the sense will not be lost so easily, and the intuitions and insights will be approached eventually.