I’m laying down on the warm sand looking over at Jaxon and Mila playing in the waves of the still-frigid lake Michigan. Mila runs into the water and comes out with a concerned look “no mas!! achachai” (no more, too cold) she says and turns around and does it again. My smile is evident as I just melt away with love. There are about 305 other families surrounding me, the beach looks like a big mess. People of all sizes, nationalities and socioeconomic status merge to make the scenery incredibly relaxing.
As I think about life with Ella, Mila comes to me and says “papi is so strong”, I look at Jaxon, he is laughing. “Si amor” I reply knowing that Jax probably just taught her how to say that. She asks for pretzels, agua (water) and a manzana (apple) and trying carefully not to get sand on my towel sits down. She is not even two years old and Mila is a little girl. She loves to paint, play pretend with her stuffed animals and dolls and get bounced against everything in the street while Jaxon repeatedly says, “parkour Mimi”.
She occasionally bites when she is frustrated and we are trying our best to make her understand that “bites are not funny”, even though it is laughably ridiculous when she looks so much like a zombie! She also yells and cries when things do not go her way, but more and more she is replacing her baby communicating skills with please/porfavor, thank you/gracias, help/ayuda and just generally letting us know what she wants.
She is aware that Ella exists although she finds it very confusing when Jax and I include her in future plans. For now, Ella lives between my belly and her own – which she rubs whenever we ask “where’s Ella?”. Jax and I could not be having a better time with Mila, she is our little awesome friend. She is for the most part always excited to join us in any adventure to very boring places, bake anything my pregnant belly craves and sit back, watch a movie and eat lots of popcorn. We can talk to her like an adult and she actually understand us and every day she amuses us by how much she is learning. She is almost completely potty trained, not because we have pushed her to eliminate diapers, but because she has. Since she was 8 months old we have only changed about 8 dirty diapers and now in the eve of her second birthday she is letting us know every time she needs to pee too!
She calls Jaxon “papito” an extra loving way to say “papi” and she calls me “mami linda” (beautiful mom), we do not actually know why she does this as we have always taught her “mami and papi”, but the fact that she does make us fall even more in love. We are so looking forward to Ella’s birth, knowing that once she makes a safe entrance into this world our family will be complete.