sweet boys

I've been trying to upload a short video from my camera of Gabe counting. It's not bad for a two-year-old. Who knew hide-and-seek was so educational? And last night Gabe did not want to stay in bed so Isaiah started singing to him in the dark. We could just barely hear him over the fan. It was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. That surely makes a mom proud.

I'm stuck someplace between preparing myself for what might come and hoping for a miracle. It's seems pretty clear that things will not improve at this point but I'm having trouble feeling like I'm giving up on him.
My Dad does this really funny dance, like he's crapping himself, and I realized yesterday that I'll never see him do that dance again. He's also everyone's biggest cheerleader. I will selfishly miss his excitement and encouragement.
The boys are really growing up. Gabe is talking up a storm and acts like a true Power Ranger. He has all the moves down pat - you should see his spin-kick. Isaiah is showing signs of my special gifting as a young child, temper-tantrums. This boy can pitch a fit with the best of them. I don't know that I would discribe myself as proud, but it is cool to see such amazing similarities.
Well, I think I'll have one more bowl of cereal and try to get back to bed. Hug your family today and tell them how much they mean to you. Don't wait.