I melt whenever I see his brilliant blue eyes. His smile brightens up my day (even when I'm supposed to be mad at him). His skin is incredibly soft, smooth as butter. I can't stop playing with his hair.

Oddly enough, Michael is totally fine with my obsession with this other man.

Because (as you may have guessed) it's our son.

Gosh, I love this boy! His mischevious smile makes it nearly impossible to properly discipline him ... especially when my "evil eye" melts into a matching grin.

There are not words enough to describe how I love Bruce. He's so sweet. The second a girl breaks her heart, I'll be ready to work some black magic over her grave (or something properly bleak and vindictive).
Bruce is the master of finding joy in EVERY SINGLE THING possible.
He loves the handvac. Maybe because it eats as voraciously as he does? ^_^

I also have a matching obsession with a fawn-haired, blue-grey eyed little vixen. I know that I'm probably biased, but I'd never have thought that any of my daughters would have been as undeniably gorgeous as my girl is. Her skin is just a celebration of rosepetals and cream. Her grins show off her (six, ALREADY!) pearly teeth. Her silky hair has more body already than mine ever had. (In fact, one of my friends asked if we had cut her hair or if it really grew in that well. Yes, my dear Zo-zo has never had the "baby mullet" or the "baby mohawk" growth pattern. LUCKY girl.) There hasn't been a color in which she hasn't rocked the house.
She is much more of a livewire than her brother is. People are amazed at how different these two are. Zoë can charm anyone ... once she warms up to them. (Bruce gives grins as soon as that bothersome bit of introductory eye contact is out of the way.) She flirts shamelessly, especially when there's something she has her eye on (where could she have picked that up??).

There are a million little things that my children do that make me fall head over mommy-sensible heels crazy in love with them over and over and over everyday. (I suppose that makes up for the mountain of dirty diapers and feedings ad nauseum, right? You betcha!)

The one thing that gets me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.?

Their sweet laughter.
Bruce's gasps and whoops. Zoë's little waterfall chatters of happiness.

Gosh, it's like a sharp little knife of wonderfullness right in my heart. Like it makes me so in adoration of them that I tear up and have to catch my breath.

But still, I love my Michael ... but I'm totally digging that I get to spend so much time with my wee ones. (Kudos to that hard-working man of mine!!) Now, if someone else would go to work so that Michael didn't have to, I would be all for that. Except that Michael enjoys working, just not the commute nor the long days (because of said commute).

But gosh, I could stare doe-eyed at my babies all freakin' day long. Well, until they start squeakin' and I need to feed them or change their diapers or spin them in my chair or feed them good.nutritious.food. like a decent parent. :P

If they weren't napping peacefully, I'd go in their room and stare at them some more.
If it didn't make me feel a little like a complete voyeur.

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My mood right now is:

I have no (printable) response to this. - 2006-12-12
Tempus fugit - 2006-12-12
Hello, Me Not Dead! - 2006-12-06
Lewis and the usual (for me) lunacy - 2006-11-30
Snow Babies - 2006-11-30

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