Unisex

I've noticed that the more I stay home, the fewer things rock my world. I just stay in a bubble thinking about how great my kids are. So for a change of direction; Wes and I went to California last weekend where I had a running conference and he went to play with friends. We ditched the kids at my mom's house and snuck in a few hours at Disneyland; the happiest place on Earth.

This is what I observed in my jaunt to the wide world. A few years ago I was somewhat behind this emo style. Now it's ridiculous. Why would boys and girls want to date each other when they look alike. Same clothes, same haircuts, same eyeliner.I'll admit I went through a dressing like a boy stage and about killed my mom when I bought boys shoes.I've had boy short hair and no figure to speak of.I shocked my brother when I bought a pink, flowered, sparkly wakeboard while on his mission. But at this point I've pretty well embraced being a girl, and think nothing is more fabulous than shoes like this... And maybe someday I'll stop wearing watches that look like this...I just wouldn't want to makeout with/grope someone who looked that much like me.

Dead Inside

So we had an experience tonight that makes me want to bust. My kids got through to Wes' stone cold heart. His brother frequently asks me if Wes is dead inside. I'm not saying that it doesn't make him happy that Dylan gets so excited when he comes home, or occasionally he thinks Maisy is cute; but it's pretty fleeting. But it's not on a regular basis that he thinks our kids our so freakin' great that he almost wants to gush about them. And by gushing I mean he said, "that was a Kodak moment." I feel like I have about 50 of those a day.

Anyway tonight the kids had a bath; Maisy was done first and playing in the hallway outside the bathroom. She thinks her brother is so fantastic, that she's usually pretty content if he's just nearby. After a little bit, Dylan said he wanted to get out so he could play with Maisy. I have a feeling Dylan is not that different from most 2 year olds, that he's rarely interested in his baby sister, and usually only interacts with her to humor me. So they played for a little bit, then it was time to say prayers for bed. I was just going to hold Maisy, but Dylan wanted me to put her in his bed. So after prayers he climbed in next to her and wanted her to stay and sleep with him. Of course every time she looked at him she busted up laughing and it's the best sound in the world. It was too tempting to leave her there, but I'm pretty sure she'd fall out of his bed and not for the first time. Anyway, I'm always thrilled when something good can get under Wes' skin. Especially when it's as simple as our kids being happy.

Playing Dress Up

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