My Kind of Kids
Not a day goes by that I don’t realize how incredible my children are. It also continuously baffles me how completely different they are from one another… So much so that I am hard pressed to find a similarity beyond their looks.
I thought I would take it upon myself to invite you into our lives a little. It’s non-stop hilarity, chaos, and soul bursting sweetness all at one time.
They call me a mommy blogger for a reason, right? Here I present to you; My kids.
Jack is the kind of kid that aims to please. He loves hard and plays nice, steering clear of the mean kids on the playground while finding his own groove at his own pace, on his own time.
We had a difficult time naming Jack. Justin and I sat in the hospital for days before submitting his name on the birth certificate and finally chose one that wasn’t even on our top 5 list. We’re both avid fans of Jack Johnson, whose peaceful and heartfelt lyrics provided a soundtrack to our son’s first breaths of life. We decided he would share a moniker with the musician, and eventually found that they also share a penchant for all things musical.
His favorite songs are actually by Jack Johnson, yet he prefers the Digable Planets to Laurie Berkner, and has even invented his own version of break dancing. It’s quite possibly the funniest and cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
While Jack isn’t the first to jump in the pool or run into a bounce house, he knows what he wants, exactly how he wants it and isn’t afraid to let us know. He makes his (and his sister’s) bed every morning before he leaves his room, and still takes an afternoon nap. I’ll let him play a game on the iTouch while I put Zoe down, and set the clock in case I fall asleep with her. Every day I find the gadget on our bed stand and him sleeping soundly snuggled up in the sheets.
He is efficient and conservative-so much so that he will finish all of his milk while only eating half of a cookie in order to save it for dessert the next day.
Jack is painfully sensitive, and is highly aware and concerned about everyone’s feelings and actions. His little heart is so big it’s nearly visible behind his eyes. He is, as intended, well on his way to becoming “the perfect male”.
Zoe is also a special child.
She is fiercely independent and demands (and receives) attention wherever we are, wherever we go. She is the kind of child that will train herself to pee standing up, simply because we told her not to.
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice: My daughter in a nutshell.
Her athletic prowess is mind boggling to nearly every parent on the playground as she scales the monkey bars and teaches herself and her brother to slide down the pole. She walked at nine months and mastered the scooter weeks shy of her second birthday.
Zoe tracks down the older girls and immediately befriends them, not realizing or even caring that she is years younger. She isn’t afraid of anything except for bugs-especially dead ones-and makes sure to greet every stranger we meet.
She is whip smart and fashion savvy, while being perfectly sweet and sentimental just when I think she forgot how. Every day, she tells me that I’m her best friend and seriously nothing makes my heart swell more that watching how intensely she loves her people, mostly her brother.
Zoe’s name means “life” and it absolutely becomes her in every way possible.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think two little people could teach me more than I learned in the lifetime before they came along. The way that they do things completely opposite of each other, yet manage to meet in the middle right where it matters astounds me.
They are two very lucky children who have experienced much more than either myself or their father did at their age, and have handled it much more gracefully than we have as adults. I can’t wait to see how their little brother moves mountains yet again, come December.