Stepping back from yesterday’s craziness (calling all trolls, come hang out in my commbox) for a little good ‘ol fashioned mommyblogging, courtesy of sweet and crafty Sheena at Bean in Love, who actually asked for obnoxiously kid-centered posts of progeny.
Twist my arm.
Yes, that arm. The monstrous post-partum mommy arm flapping in the bottom right-hand corner of the frame.
When John Paul was born, we were all but convinced he was a ‘she,’ both because the pregnancy was so different from Joey’s, and because we had our girl name settled oh, about 9 months earlier than our boy name. But out he popped, and we are so glad to have two little man cubs only 19 months apart.
They are already best friends,
though Joey is for sure the Alpha Wolf. Except that JP is only trailing by 7 lbs these days, so better watch your back, big brother.
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.
John Paul is our sweet and snuggly guy…but he can scream. Like noises from another planet. Particularly during the Eucharistic Consecration. Or if ever we happen to be tagging along when Dave is filming an interview or having a conversation with somebody famous and/or important. John Paul does not have a ‘discrete’ setting. Also, his screams. Oh Lord, poor Joey is still scarred from the Great CIO-fest of Spring 2013, (wait, that’s now, actually. But it’s been a great past 2 weeks! So I think we won.) when we locked him in a marble-floored bedroom with his younger brother and ‘sleep trained’ them both to the tune of JP’s ungodly shriekings ringing off the acoustically perfect floors.
Don’t be fooled by this face.
My ears still bleed from time to time.
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.