Cherub One, Cherub Two
I’m not one to compare my kids - really, I’m not. I love them both, cherish them both, want them both to be exactly who they are, no more, no less.
But I’ll tell you a little secret: I really loved Sam’s hair when he was a baby, this hair. I would have been so very happy for Robby’s hair to turn out however it was meant to turn out, be it the opposite of Sam’s and dark and straight; I would have loved it too. But I’ll admit that now that Robby’s hair has started coming in and it is going in the same direction as his older brother’s, I’m really very happy. Truthfully, I love it so. And it’s not just that it reminds me of Sam’s babyhood, which it does, and it’s not just that it ties him a bit more to me physically since he is the spitting image of my father-in-law, which he is, and it’s not just that it makes him that much cuter, which is also true. It’s that I like the similarity between him and Sam.
When we were at the beach last week someone said to me, “Well, there’s no mistaking them for brothers, is there?” I don’t want them to look exactly alike - of course not - but I really do love watching my two little curly-haired, sweaty-headed boys go forth into the world together.
They’ve been playing more and more with each other now that Robby is more mobile, and I think it might be the best thing yet of this whole two children thing. Perhaps the only thing better than making your baby smile and making them laugh is watching your other child get them to smile and laugh, and then the two of them laughing right along together.
I know! I loooove those curls! I was really hoping mine would get Jamie’s curls, but it didn’t happen for Jude. Don’t know with Ruby yet since she’s still bald.
Maybe there is some hope. It’s just so darn cute!
Jude and Ruby finally play together sometimes too. It is so precious.
There is just something about a child’s head that makes you want to sniff!
Every day after their bath I always smell their heads. It’s so soothing!
Plus, it’s nice when they have great hair!
The best thing in the world is your kids caring for, helping, playing with and protecting one another.
My six and four year old girls were both invited to yet another little girl birthday party on Monday, and when Birdie got her invitation her poor face was so clouded over that she actually got tears in her eyes when she asked me why was everyone forgetting to invite Pearl, her two year old sister.
SO SWEET!
they are so cute. i am dying for kenzie and kyle to really start playing together. of course 2 year old girls are dying to be with 4 and 5 year old girls so we’ll see how interesting kyle is to her once he can walk. she adores meeting him in the crib first thing (before me!) when he wakes up in the morning and after nap. very sweet. she also just offered yesterday when she overheard my conversation about my depseration for a babysitter - she interrupted and said oh mommy don’t worry - i will be older really soon and then why don’t you just have me babysit kyle! yeah…. i don’t think so!
I remember my sons hair before his first cut. Curly and sweet. It has been short ever since, until this summer when he decided to let it grow. There were those curls again, just as sweet, although now they tend to smell like stinky nine year old boy instead of sweet baby hair. Oh well, you can’t have it all : )
Ahh, your post made me happy. I spent most of the day with two over tired kids from a day of travelling and felt like a jungle gym while they crawled all over me. I knew there was a reason I had two. I just was having trouble remembering, thanks for the reminder.
Jenn
I agree. One of my greatest joys of motherhood has been watching my boys play together and laugh together and love on each other. I can’t wait to see how their bond grows as they grow into young men.
they sure look awfully cute together! i love it when my boys play with the baby, he loves it so much!
It’s so wonderful when siblings start really interacting and playing together. I love hearing my oldest teaching her little brother something new and seeing their imaginations work together.