I'm their mom and I think it's cute.

Angus does this funny little dance where he swishes his butt from side to side when he is happy. He usually does it when I am handing him food. For him it seems food=happiness=butt shaking.

Angus likes to wrap the computer headphones around his tummy, kind of like a belt. He then does a another little but-swish-walk while the cord trails behind him like a tail.

Whenever Bryan comes home from work Angus SCREAMS joyfully at the top of his lungs, "DAD!"

Oscar calls his knuckles his "nickles". For example, when a ladybug flew through the window of the car the other day and landed on his hand he said, "Look Mom a lady bug landed on my nickle!" (as he shows me his knuckle.)

Whenever Bryan is leaving for work, as a morning farewell to him Oscar likes to say, "Sleep good Banana Dad." Every now and then I am even lucky enough to be referred to as "banana mom." We do not know where he got it, but we like it.

Brothers.

Papa time.

Papa paid us a special visit last Friday afternoon. Oscar was thrilled to read books about sea creatures and killer bees with him. Angus mostly enjoyed trying to jump on the books as they read them. My Dad is a great Dad, so it is no wonder he is a fabulous Papa too.
Thanks for dropping in we all loved it, and we all love you.

Extra moments.

Angus wanted some special attention tonight at bedtime. So I nestled him in close to me and rocked him to sleep in the quiet room. Oscar was sleeping soundly just a couple feet away from us. As Angus' body relaxed in my arms, and he drifted off into dreams I felt really peaceful. Really content. It was so reassuring to listen to both of my boys breath. I knew where they both were, and I knew what they were doing. They were there with me in our home.

My mind skipped forward to the future for a moment, where they were much older. I realized that I won't always have the reassurance of knowing where they are, what they are doing, and who they are with at all times, and it really frightened me. I know part of this parenting gig is learning to let go, but man that seems like such a difficult thing to do.

So I sat in their room a little bit longer and I held Angus' hand. After I softly laid my baby down in his crib, I crept over to my bigger baby and kissed his head and held his hand for an extra moment too.

Maybe if I steal enough of these extra moments now, the letting go later might become a bit easier.

Maybe.

These boys.

These boys are Terrific. Original. Kissable. Demanding. Worth it.

These boys are OURS.