Twist my arm.
|Yes, that arm. The monstrous post-partum mommy arm flapping in the bottom right-hand corner of the frame.|
They are already best friends,
Joey is the proverbial eldest child: bossy, confidant, opinionated, a little self-centered, smart, and really, really stubborn. In other words, he's the male version of me.
|Don't be fooled by this face.|
They look alike, but they look like their own little persons, as well. Joey is skinner and has a longer face (and a much fiercer scowl) where JP's honest and open round face/eyes assure me he will never be able to tell me a lie. Or so I hope.
We're so in love with these little boys.
And so is the entire city of Rome, it turns out.