A Tale of Two Posts.

(Name that author.  Kind of)

Oh!

What a different post title!

Have I piqued your interest?

I hope so.

This is my plan:

I am going to write a new post . . . and then stick on an old post . . . making one complete post . . . that will

 Rock

Your

World.

Actually . . .herein lies the truth:

1)  I don't have much to say.

2)  I took some cute pictures of the boys tonight.

3)  I was reminded of a post I did back in December about my precious boys while viewing aforementioned photos.

So, I said to myself,

"Taylor (that's my name-keep up, people!), why not merge the posts, creating an ultrasonic, subatomic, neonatal power post!"

And that  is exactly what is going on here today.

Hold on to your pants, people.

This is going to be the highlight of your day.

Little Dude.

Oh, how I heart him.

He loves his books.

Here he is "reading" his train book.

I must be honest with you.

My 1.75 year old does not read.

He actually just mumbles a lot and then will randomly shout, "All Aboard!"

Then he slams the book shut and calls it good.

Alright.

You are going to be quite disappointed in me and my photography skills for the next photo.

Well, not as disappointed as if i were to show you this photo:

But you will be shaking your heads at me nonetheless.

Darling Readers!

I finally had the opportunity to capture Handsome Dude nursing the dolls!

And that was the photo I got.

Let us have a moment while I hang my head in shame.

*Thank you*

All teasing aside, Handsome Dude is pretty darn cute with those dolls.

He is such a good little papa.

He talks sweetly to the babies as he loads them in the shopping cart and shops for organic, low fat, low cholesterol, weight watchers friendly foods.

Just like his mama.

See, people?

I set a good example!

Children always imitate their parents.

Although I do not specifically remember ever laying on top of my babies.

Nor do I recall nearly smothering them to death.

Then again, you don't get much sleep in those early days.

Anything's possible.

Oh, Handsome Dude.

Precious to my heart.

Glasses Update:

Pair #1:  Missing for at least 1-2 months.

I cannot be certain.

Pair #2:  Permanently broken-temporarily fixed-currently bent so wide they fall off his face.

And lost.

Pair #3:  On order.

Keep them in your prayers.

All Aboard!

***

And now,  for the old post.

Please.

Try to contain your sheer and utter joy.

 

Boy with the blue earrings

(from Dec 5, 2009)

Points to notice: 

1)Little Dude has hair!

2)  Our elliptical machine is still in the same position, leading me to suspect no one has used it during all these months.

3)  Handsome Dude is not wearing glasses.  Hmmm . . . that's odd.

Handsome Dude.

What were you doing in my room?



Did you hide something in your pockets again?



Please stop taking my earrings.



I don’t want to wear blue earrings today.



Seriously.

Blue earrings to not match my overly bright red pullover fleece.

Clearly, you do not have a future in fashion, dude.

Then again, neither do I.

But that is besides the point.

Turquoise blue earrings cannot go with bright red.

No.

They simply cannot.



I know you love them.

You pick them out for me every day.



Dude.

I said no.



I am already wearing my super cool, oversized costume earrings that are more neutral in color.

No blue today.

No.



Fine.

I’ll wear blue.



Attention all fashion-conscious adults who might see me in the next 2 weeks-2 years (or however long this phase of his lasts):

Please make every attempt to ignore me and my newly-accessorized self.

I fear I will clash every day.

But, you see, I have this boy:



and for now, all he wants is for his mother to wear her blue earrings.

True.

They are cheap earrings.

I bought them from Walmart.

They came in a pack of 3 for $4.

But irregardless of how cheap they are, my boy thinks I am beautiful in them.

And I have a hunch that he won’t sneak upstairs, pick out the prettiest blue earrings he can find, and proudly present them to me when he is a teenager.

I doubt that he will continuosly move my hair from my face to check and make sure I am wearing the blue earrings forever.

I am certain he will not always grin and clap when he sees that his earrings of choice are where they rightfully belong.

So for now . . .

I will probably wear my blue earrings.

Every.

Single.

Day.



Oh, Handsome Dude.

Please don’t ever grow up.

***

News of Sadness:  The Blue Earrings have been lost.

Handsome Dude stuck him in his pocket and wouldn't you know if they went through the washing machine.

One survived.

I have never found the remains for the second one.

And now, a moment of silence.

 Thank you.

You may resume your daily activities.