Double Date?

This really isn't what Leslie and I had in mind when we went out on a double date. Derek and Seth like to say that this picture "reeks with class". I like to say that I'm frightened by the joy on their faces.

Holy Enigma!

As you watch this, please keep in mind the following thoughts:

1. Ian did this on purpose.
2. He was happy he did this.
3. Ian is saying, "Ready, Set, Go".

Predator vs. Alien

Have you ever noticed that siblings are sometimes really different (being an only, I didn't realize this until 7th grade when I observed my best friend Cynthia and her sister's sibling differences)? How about polar opposite different? Well, that's my Ian & Noah. If you know me well, you've heard this before. But yet I continue to discuss at nauseum my amazement over my joys' differences. Noah is cautious, Ian is fearless. Noah speaks to you after 15 minutes of warming up, Ian will not let the poor grocery shopper alone until he replies with a friendly "hello". Noah's hair goes to the right, Ian's hair goes to the left. The differences are endless. Absolutely endless. But they are in love with each other and I couldn't find more joy in that. One time, I was talking with my mother-in-law about how Seth's brother, Stephen, was one of Seth's best friends. She was so inexplicably overjoyed by this, but I didn't understand why until now.

Multiple Personalities

So, Noah, really, really likes to dress up. It sounds kind of girly when I say it, but girly is where is all started. One day at playgroup (which consists of three other girls his age) he came to me to ask which princess dress he should put on. Now, up to this point, I've really tried to keep some semblance of gender neutrality (he can play with dolls and trucks, wearing pink isn't taboo, he can like Dora and Diego, etc.). But I decided this was a gender line that must be drawn. So, I told him that he could not be Snow White or Cinderella because those are for girls. He was devastasted. I mean, on the floor, crying in a heap devastated. So I decided right then, my mission was to find dress up clothes for him...manly costumes, if you will.

Where is That Cookie?

So, I'd like to explain the title of my blog. The other evening after dinner, Noah wanted dessert. My mom had brought over this amazing cake and a plate of cookies. I asked Noah which he wanted, and he said he wanted both (clearly, he is of my genes). I served him his cake and was on my way to dishing out his cookie, when he looked at his bowl of cake and said in his most shocked voice, "Hey, where is that cookie?" I laughed heartily at his cry for better service around this place, but I started thinking about how often I'm still looking for the cookie, even when I have this AMAZING piece of cake right in front of me. Here's my blog of appreciation for ALL the cake in my life...