First news—Pablo’s here!
Second news–I’m terribly sick.
Third news—Christmas was the day I missed home like I never have before.
Pablo came on a cool Christmas night, running out of the airport with the classic confused look. We started screaming “Pablo! Pablo!” and he could hear, but he couldn’t see us. Cutest kid ever. Right as he saw me, he jumped into my arms. The thing you realize after seeing a kid after a few years is that kids grow–a lot. Pablo is heavy, but I think he still likes acting like a baby. What surprised me the most is how much he talks now (he’s 4, but he started talking late because he’s surrounded by three languages). More importantly, he is a kid with attitude–cute attitude, but attitude. The 2 hour car ride home was more than amusing, as he tried to figure out where he was, why I was in India, and where Sam and Wookie were. My dad and Pablo are best friends, yet my dad is the one Pablo is the most scared of. We always joke that Pablo “keeps his friends close and his enemies closer,” since he’s always asking where my dad is.
Yesterday, Pablo spent the entire day in our apartment, jumping on beds, dancing around. We had a dance party to “Waka Waka” and now he goes around singing “this is Africa, this is Africa.” Pablo is pretty extreme about claiming his, and other’s, property. If someone plays with his things, he wisely lectures, “you have to share!”. If someone touches my things, he’ll run up to me telling me that someone is touching my things.
Pablo’s cousin, Tanya (on his mom’s side), came to visit yesterday. She’s 2, and the moment Pablo saw her, he covered her face with kisses, and hugged her, which eventually prompted her to scrunch her nose and start crying. Pablo ran to me, exclaiming “look how big I am! Look!”. There were times when I think Pablo was trying to treat her like I treat him. Towards the end of her visit, Tanya finally gave in to Pablo’s hugs, as Pablo won her approval as “a big brother.” At one point, Tanya was walking around with a purse her parents gifted me, causing a rage in Pablo. He spent a solid 20 minutes trying to win back the purse, and when he finally did, he hid it behind me and guarded it.
In our culture, 1st cousins are treated like siblings. Pablo is my only 1st cousin, so he’s clearly like a little brother. Regardless of our 11 year age difference, we have definitely had our fights. Yesterday I got mad because he was being naughty, and not only did he not talk to me for an hour, but he went and told the entire family on me. Of course, when Pablo’s mad, I resort to the tickle monster…which always works. My mom, when growing up, had about 17 or so 1st cousins. When she was young, she used to tell everyone at school she had 18 siblings, causing a lot of confusion at parent conferences. Pablo knows Tanya to be his ‘sister’, but I think he gets confused about our relationship. He told us he has two sisters, one is Tanya, and the other he “doesn’t know.” I think he considers me more of a friend, which we are–we are best friends.
Sometimes I like to think of what Pablo will be like when he’s older. I wonder if he’ll still let me hug him tightly, or will I be embarrassing. Since I don’t have a little brother and he’s the closest thing to it, I’m absolutely okay with embarrassing him. In fact, I’m embracing this fact.
Fact 2–I’m sick. Sick sick sick, with a terrible cold. In fact, my entire family is sick. My face is a mess. Oh boy oh boy.
Fact 3—I was so sad on Christmas. Where was the snow? The fire, the Christmas PJ’s, coffee cake, sitting on the fireplace, Sam and Wookie, waking up at 5, watching The Polar Express? Where were the texts about what everyone got, reading Harry Potter on the couch, watching snow fall as everyone calls to say “Merry Christmas?” In fact, if it weren’t for my parents waking me up early to open presents, I probably would’ve forgotten. I’m just not in that holiday spirit this year…
But I still hope everyone is having a great holiday season/vacation. Hopefully I’ll be back before New Year’s, but if I’m not…Happy New Year!