The Boys

My life has been pretty wrapped up with this tiny bundle in our house. Isn't it amazing how something as small as 6 lbs. can consume every part of you? Side note, the little 6 pounder is in the 3rd percentile, that is a hoot to the Faux Mom who had kids in the upper 90's. I was a little concerned and they said she's fine.


Again, all consuming... Back to the other part of my life I have written about lately. When I met Julie she referred to her sons as the boys. I pictured a 10 and 12 year old, not a 30 and 32 year old, even though I knew better. So when they arrived after Christmas I had fun looking at them for resemblances in character and physical features. When we met, Scott (32) got up and gave me a hug, Sean (30) sat there smiling... that is just how I picture him, smiling. Scott and I are more similar in personality and looks. Star of the show and a similar mouth... not my crooked smile though, still searching for who is responsible for that.


Scott and I had fun chatting on New Year's Eve - while we watched endless hours of Disney shows waiting for midnight. He even bet me a small amount of money that the main kid in Goonies was Ryan Seacrest. He obviously didn't know who he was messing with. Can you say 17 years of Oscar Party and counting? So by then end of the night he had his life savings on the line... game on. On New Year's Day I was a rich girl because Sean Astin was the main character, not Ryan Seacrest. He never did pay up. Scott spent a lot of time in the pool playing with his daughter Sylvie and our kids, playing games and having fun.


Sean, the quiet one, was smiling all week. He didn't say much, but he seemed to be having a good time. The night we said good bye at their hotel I said, "Brace yourself, I'm going to give you a hug." He just smiled and put up with it. Prior to that we took a group picture. Julie kept telling Sean to scoot closer, he wouldn't.

Scott made goofy faces to lighten the mood...

So I turned to Scott and said, "Let's move toward him since he isn't moving." So we scooched and he survived. Here is the result of the torture!

Did I mention we went to Park Meadows specifically to visit the American Girl Store for Sylvie and the girls? We had a full day and a lot of giggles!

During our second visit of the day the girls stopped to read some AG books.

And giggle!

I told the kids, "When you were asked what you got for Christmas you could have said 2 cousins." We had a lot of fun and the memories will last a lifetime. Reagan said, "That was the best week!" Right after she said this would go down as the craziest Christmas EVER.