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Friday, 23 June 2006
My Yin and Yang
Mood:  lucky
Topic: Brothers
Hardly a single day goes by when I don't hear someone, be it a good friend, family member or total stranger, comment on how much my boys look alike. More times than I can count, people have remarked that they could be twins, if not for the difference in their sizes.

I know there's a resemblance there. But I sure don't see mirror images when I look at them. They look like brothers to me - but certainly not twins. It's odd - when others look at my kids, they see nothing but similarities. When I look at them, I'm more likely to notice their differences. And they are different.

Their personalities are like night and day to me. Noah is my calm, sensitive, inquisitive, happy guy. Nicklaus is much more serious, more dramatic, more...challenging, but so very loveable and snuggly too. When Noah perceives an injustice, his face falls and his eyes well up. His shoulders slump and you can usually hear a loud, put-upon sigh from him. With Nicklaus? It's righteous indignation all the way, baby. His little face gets red and his fists ball up and he'll likely yell at the top of his lungs, "HEY! THAT'S NOT REALLY NICE!".

But there are times when their respective personalities seem to reverse themselves. Lately, with summer here, there's water involved. Whether it's the swimming pool, the ocean, or the bathtub, Noah is literally jumping in with both feet, yelling "Geronimo!" (or "Ge-mom-in-o" as both boys say). Gone is the calm demeanor. He's got a huge grin on his face and will happily push himself to the limit.

Nicklaus, on the other hand, is the picture of timidity. He takes 'carefulness' to the extreme. Where Noah is diving in head first, Nicklaus is content to stick his pinky toe in, as long as no one splashes him. His normal tough-guy exterior is stripped away and if you could see the thought bubble over his head, it would say "Are you SURE this is a good idea?".

Today I bought a Slip & Slide and set it up in the backyard. The difference in the way Noah approached it versus Nicklaus was a classic demonstration in just how different they are:








Posted by catherino at 2:18 PM PDT
Updated: Friday, 23 June 2006 2:21 PM PDT
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Monday, 1 May 2006
Morning Drive Time
Mood:  chatty
Topic: Brothers
Who needs a radio playing in the car when you have three and five year old boys? This morning I was treated to the following conversation:

Nicklaus: Mommy - will you move the sun? It's in my way.

Me: Uh, no babe. I'm afraid I can't make the sun move.

Nicklaus: Um, Mommy...um, the sun is kinda like a sky, right?

Me: Well, not exactly buddy. The sun is in the sky though.

Noah: Yeah, the sun is IN the sky. The sun isn't a sky.

Nicklaus: Yes it is!

Noah: No it's not! You don't know what you're talking about.

Nicklaus: Yes I do! The sun is a BIG FIRE. And it can BURN you. It can burn your TONGUE!

Noah: Whatever

Nicklaus: I aweady told you TEN TIMES!

Noah: No you didn't!

Nicklaus: Yes I did!

Noah: Whatever

Nicklaus: Stop sayin' that!

Me: Yeah, I have to agree with your brother. Stop saying that. Since when did my preschool son turn into a preteen girl?

Nicklaus: Yeah - you're teasin' my patience!


Noah's pretty much past the stage of saying unintentionally cute and funny things, but Nicklaus is right in the midst of it. I LOVE this stage. I just finished putting new batteries in one of his toys and he said to me, "Mommy, you fixed it! You're a good fixer mommy. I'm weawy pwoud of you! (r's & l's still come out sounding like w's)

But when I couldn't get the temperamental DVD player to work just now, he said: "Mommy - I've got a gweat ee-idea!" (That's his version of 'idea'. This just started recently and I have no ee-idea where the extra vowel sounds came from. But's it's pretty cute.)


Me: What's your great idea?

Nicklaus: How 'bout you just FIX it and then it could WORK and then we could watch that movie?!


He's full of gweat ee-ideas like that.


Posted by catherino at 11:05 AM PDT
Updated: Monday, 1 May 2006 4:41 PM PDT
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Friday, 17 March 2006
It's Unanimous
Mood:  amorous
Topic: Brothers
I've written before about Noah's attraction to the opposite sex, at all of 5 years old. Now it's obvious that Nicklaus has jumped on that train as well.

As we were cruising through Target this morning, we stopped in the movies and music section. I was looking at something when I heard him say, "Mommy, I wike that girl! She's pretty and bootiful!" I looked up to see who he was talking about and he was pointing, wide-eyed, to a poster of Lindsay Lohan.

After we got home, I checked my email and checked my favorite blogs for updates. I was looking at one of the funnier 'gossip' blogs when I happened to scroll down to a picture of Tara Reid.

"Mommy!", Nicklaus says. "I wike her too!".
"No you don't", I told him. "She's gross".
"Oh yeah", he agreed. "She's GWOSS."

I'm just trying to enjoy the power I wield while I can. Something tells me that once he's a raging ball of teenage hormones, it won't be quite so easy.


Posted by catherino at 2:27 PM PST
Updated: Friday, 17 March 2006 2:31 PM PST
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Friday, 11 November 2005
He Ain't Heavy
Mood:  silly
Topic: Brothers

It seems that, unbenownst to me, Noah has an older brother. I learned of this monumental news yesterday in the car on the way to take the dog to the vet.

Noah: Junior is my best friend.
Me: Who's Junior?
Noah: He's a big kid. He's my big brother.
Me: Really?!
Noah: Yeah. He's really cool. He's a big kid. He goes to the big kids' school.
Me: That's interesting. Do you play with Junior a lot? Because I've never seen him before.
Noah: Yeah, we play a lot.
Me: What does Junior look like?
Noah: Ummm....he looks like, ummm...
Nicklaus: A snail?
Noah: NO! He does NOT look like a snail. He's FAST! He's faster than a lion. He's as fast as a fast jet!
Me: That is fast. Junior sounds like a fun kid.
Noah: Yeah. He's my big brother.

When Mike got home, I told him about the son we never knew we had. As we quizzed Noah a bit further about Junior, the truth gradually came out. It seems that Junior actually lives at Lake Tahoe. Mike and I are like, "SCORE! Let's go mooch off the kid!". Then things took an ugly turn.

Mike: Who is Junior's mommy and daddy?
Noah: You're his daddy!
Mike: And is Mommy his mommy too?
Noah: No - he has a different mommy.
Me: Nice job honey. When were you going to tell me about your bastard son?

See the things I have to put up with? I'm nothing if not big-hearted though. There's enough love in my heart for this invisible bastard teenager.

Especially if his Tahoe house has lake-frontage.


Posted by catherino at 10:47 AM PST
Updated: Friday, 11 November 2005 11:02 AM PST
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Saturday, 17 September 2005
Clean bill of health
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: Brothers
I took the kids to their pediatrician yesterday for their 2 year and 4 year check-ups. Eight months late. Other than having to chuckle uncomfortably when the nurse said, "Boy we haven't seen you in a long time!", everything was fine.

Noah asked on the way in if the doctor was going to tell them "no more monkeys jumping on the bed!". She didn't - but I'll admit I did neglect to mention that my monkeys routinely jump on their beds, so I can't blame her.

Noah is in the 77th percentile for height and the 79th percentile for weight. Nicklaus is in the 32nd percentile for weight and the 12th for height. But his massive head is in the 80th percentile, so we've got that going for us! It's funny because every time I pull a t-shirt on or off him, it inevitably gets stuck at his noggin. And every single time he announces, "I got a BIG head!". Yes you do my dear. But you come by it naturally. Your daddy has a fat head too. OOPS! Did that come out right? What I meant is that ALL the males in our family have larger than average heads.

While the doctor was examining Nicklaus, she unfastened his diaper in order to feel around his groin and check to make sure his testicles have descended correctly - which was impossible to tell at that point since they had retreated so far up into his body that I suspect they were tickling his tonsils - when he said quite clearly, "HEY! What doing to my penis?!?" So....good to know he's protective of his privates, huh?

Three shots and one finger poke each and lots of crying and screaming later, we headed home - covered with bandaids, but deemed healthy.


Posted by catherino at 9:40 AM PDT
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