"Raising a kid is part joy and part guerrilla warfare."
~Ed Asner

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sister & Brother

Izzy and I love to tell stories to each other.  She has her own way of ending every story.  Instead of saying "The End" she ends every story with "Amen".  It's adorable.

Noah loves, loves 'Little Einstein's'.  As soon as I put it on, he starts singing, jumping, clapping his hands, and plops himself down in his chair.  His favorite phrase from the theme song is 'Blast Off'.  It's so freakin' cute.  He gets so excited, throws his hands up in the air and says, "Blast Off!"  I almost faint every time he does it; it's that cute.  



I was looking through old pictures the other day and came across one of Izzy that looked familiar.  They were both just over a year old, but Izzy was about a month younger than Noah was in this picture.  I definitely see the resemblance.  If Izzy didn't have her 'tata' in her mouth you would see her pouty lips and if Noah was looking a little more towards the camera you would see that his eyes are as dark as Izzy's.  But for real, my babies are so cute.  I can't stand it.  If I think about their sweetness too much I start to tear up.  I enjoy looking at reflective pictures like this because they are rare moments captured then gone, barely frozen on my lens as Noah grabs a shopping cart (a toy one), lifts it over his head and starts twirling around deciding where he's going to fling it; in the meantime, Izzy is stomping around banging her pots and pans with spatulas and spoons while singing and proclaiming that she's starting a band.  I also enjoy looking at pictures of them when I'm feeling especially tired, flabby, and spotty because they remind me of how much beauty Kris and I created.   



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