My loves.  This right here (and one other hunk of burning love), are my life, my joy, and my inspiration.  Meet my babies:

Meet Noah.

Noah is my thinker.  He’s a processor, a mindful and wise soul.  He loves Diego,  doesn’t love potty training, and as of late has figured out that the word “no” carries with it power.  All that aside, this child is gentle, kind, imaginatve, thoughtul and serious.   I can talk to Noah like an adult and know that he hears everything I’m telling him.  He wants to hear the truth and with that he responds with wisdom.  As his mother, I eagerly await every day of his life, his exploration, and his growth. He is my baby and my love.

My Cooper.

There is almost no where I’d rather be than holding Cooper’s little body in mine.  He is our wild child.  Contrasting Noah’s serious demeanor, Cooper is all smiles, laughs, and squeals!  The word “no” means nothing to Cooper as he is ever determined to achieve his mission at hand.  He is a leader and perfectly independent, he’s silly and all boy.  He causes one to smile and just plain feel good.  I’m putting my money on him being our rebel (just like his mommy) and I’m perfectly ok with that!