There's a startling sort of clarity that comes after giving birth. With Some Boy, this clarity led me to quit my crappy day job and kick my business into high gear so I wouldn't have to miss my son's most important moments. This time around, I'm able to stop and just look at my precious little boys. For once, I can really SEE them without any distractions.

There's a startling sort of clarity that comes after giving birth. With Some Boy, this clarity led me to quit my crappy day job and kick my business into high gear so I wouldn't have to miss my son's most important moments. This time around, I'm able to stop and just look at my precious little boys. For once, I can really SEE them without any distractions.  I see a ton of personality. Sidekick makes all sorts of silly faces, cracking me up with his puckery lips, expressive eyes and little button nose. At two weeks old he can't control his facial expressions yet, but I swear he looks eternally amused, like he finds some sort of humor in everything. And I'm sure it's just gas, but he spontaneously busts out with the biggest grin I've ever seen. He's destined to be a goofball. And his hair! He has totally rogue hair. He and Some Boy both have the craziest cowlicks that make them look totally unkempt most the time, despite my aggressive efforts with the brush.  Some Boy is totally coming into his own. He's the sweetest, most loving little boy. He gives his brother tender kisses on the forehead and cuddles up on the ground to offer Kracken hugs. He says "Mama" and "Dada" in a sing-song voice and lights up when we smile about it. I make funny faces at him and he belly laughs like he hasn't a single care in the world. He lobs his binky across the room and then blinks his eyes innocently, blurting out his favorite phrase: "Uh-oooooooh." He's intently focused on detail, constantly wanting to see how everything goes together and comes apart. He's also meticulous like his father, pointing and gesturing enthusiastically to "help" me put everything back in its proper place.  I want them to stay this happy forever.

I see a ton of personality. Sidekick makes all sorts of silly faces, cracking me up with his puckery lips, expressive eyes and little button nose. At two weeks old he can't control his facial expressions yet, but I swear he looks eternally amused, like he finds some sort of humor in everything. And I'm sure it's just gas, but he spontaneously busts out with the biggest grin I've ever seen. He's destined to be a goofball. And his hair! He has totally rogue hair. He and Some Boy both have the craziest cowlicks that make them look totally unkempt most the time, despite my aggressive efforts with the brush.

notes from mom

Some Boy is totally coming into his own. He's the sweetest, most loving little boy. He gives his brother tender kisses on the forehead and cuddles up on the ground to offer Kracken hugs. He says “Mama” and “Dada” in a sing-song voice and lights up when we smile about it. I make funny faces at him and he belly laughs like he hasn't a single care in the world. He lobs his binky across the room and then blinks his eyes innocently, blurting out his favorite phrase: “Uh-oooooooh.” He's intently focused on detail, constantly wanting to see how everything goes together and comes apart. He's also meticulous like his father, pointing and gesturing enthusiastically to “help” me put everything back in its proper place while I'm cleaning up.

I want them to know how much they're loved. I want them to stay this happy forever.