Different and Same

Looking over past photos I see just how similar in appearance my son and daughter are.  As there mother I clearly see the differences from their eyes, hair and smile, yet to the untrained eye you may think they are the same person.  Sadly I haven't been as snap happy with my daughter as I was with my son so I don't have much of a chronicle of her age progression.  Here both are in the jumper.  One is 3 months and the other is 10 months.  I bet you can tell who's who....but they sure do look alike, no denying that.

Squeaks - Taken 9.23.11 - Age 10 months

Littleman - Taken 8.29.07 - Age 3 months

Other differences:

--Squeaks got her first tooth at 3 months, Littleman didn't get his until 9 months
--Littleman was crawling by 7 months and walking by 12 months, Squeaks on the other hand didn't start crawling until 9 months and has yet to attempt walking even by holding onto things - she will walk if we hold onto both of her hands, but only two or three steps.
--Squeaks is VERY clingy and very much a momma's girl.  Littleman has always been independent, I do not remember him going through the clingy phase and even today shows shyness for 1.3 secs and then he's off to make friends.  Happy to say squeaks does very well at daycare though and both children walk/crawl as fast as they can to get into my arms at the end of the day when I go to pick them up.
--Littleman is not much of an eater.  He loved food until he was about one and a half then he got picky, really picky.  Squeaks seems to love food even more than her brother, so I hope she doesn't go through to much of a picky phase.  I make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich if she does though.

Similarities:

--Both Squeaks and Littleman are well...little.  Neither of them were ever on the national curves for growth.  Literally their heights and weights were off the charts...way below them.  Once I found a good doctor, he looked at their individual curves and found them to be in perfect health and that "their weight does not match their physical appearance, they look perfect to me".  I'll never forget that. George is still shorter than most, but to me seems to match the other four year olds born around his month.  Squeaks is a little more on the petite side than her brother was.  One photo of him at 18 months blew my mind because he looked larger than I remember him.  I'll look back on photos of squeaks some day and probably think the same thing.

Fishing Trip

Mann's Creek - July 15th - Number of Fish Caught: 20 - Those big enough to take home: 6
After tending to my dad's yard we went up and did a little fishing until the rain decided we needed to pack it up and go home.  Down on the creek, not the reservoir.

Randomness # 2

Randomness # 1

For those that still occasionally check to see if I might update this thing here are a few recent pictures..as in the last week or so....

Laughter makes the world better

There are days I want to be a spider and have permission to eat my young.  Lately I have that thought a lot as we struggle with back talking, potty training, cleaning up of toys, eating when and what we are suppose to and just general everyday three year old issues.  Then there are the wonderful days my son loves up to me on the couch and falls asleep next me, hugs me just  because and makes me laugh until I cry.  Today is one of those days.

I'm sitting feeding my daughter.  Before I started this task I asked littleman if he wanted to feed  her.  Now I breastfeed so this would have meant preparing a bottle of formula as all my back stock is frozen.  He told me no, so I was feeding her the natural way.  Being he's so young I have never covered up and he completely understands the process.  He comes into the room and tells me he now wants to feed her.  I tell him no, maybe next time as she's already been eating for 10 minutes and is nearly done.  He repeats this request 2 more times adding the word, now, to the end (this is another battle of ours). I firmly tell him no each time.  He asks again and instead of telling him no this time I ask  him what is he going to feed her.  He seemed confused and honestly opened his mouth to reply then closed it.  I thought I had him.  He then asks again, "Can I feed her, please?"  I asked this time, "How are you going to feed her?"  He promptly smiles like he thinks he has won, lifts up his shirt and points to his little boy nipple.  I died.  I started laughing uncontrollably to the point of tears.  Littleman starts laughing too until he sees the tears and then he puts his hand on my arm and asks, "are you okay mommy?"  Of course I was and I gave him a hug and said yes, to which he then asks, "You happy mommy?"  Yes, yes son I a very happy.