I Know They're Not Twins

Twins do not run in my family or in my husband's family so it's highly likely we won't be blessed with them. And, frankly, I'm not sad about this. As far as I'm concerned, anyone who raises twins (Gabi, Paige, Heather, Shally) or more (Lorena) deserves at the very least a medal and probably automatic sainthood. One baby and one toddler at a time thus far is quite sufficient for me. However, one thing I do envy about twins, probably only because I don't have them, is the inherent justification for dressing them alike that comes with the package. Luckily though, Caleb is still small enough that he fits into many things made in toddler and baby sizes so I get to indulge my penchant for matching outfits. I'm sure someday my kids will look at these pictures and be completely annoyed with their mother and her all too frequent lapses into over the top cuteness - and especially her need to share it with the world wide web. But, I am convinced it would be criminal to squander cuteness of this caliber particularly when there are grandparents who delight in oohing and aahing over the subjects.

let the oohing and aahing begin

matching pajamas I bought for the summer that are already almost too
small for Isaac - guess that just means more matching outfits to come

it's hard to tell, but Caleb is laughing

all the admonitions to be gentle with the baby are paying off