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So for this dad March 30th will forever be his birthday but a year ago we gave new meaning to it. For Jeremy's birthday last year we found out whether we were having a baby girl or another little guy to add to our family.



As most of you know by now we added a boy, Cooper.



So we went from one little guy Cohen to two little Beach boys... Cohen and Cooper. And I will say that the proud dad to these little guys has made being a parent look easy here lately.


And that is the story of how Jeremy's birthday will now be forever spent with these two little devils. We always joke and ask when this happened? .... kids that is. We only remember life without them when they are on our nerves or when we are sleep deprived, which is more often than not. But look at this big 32 year old softy! How could anyone imagine a better birthday than a birthday with your boys. (okay maybe I can imagine a more exciting one involving a beach vacation, mixed drinks and no kids but I will save that for when the boys are not so cute and little) So happy 32nd birthday Jeremy. Hope you enjoyed it, lonely cupcake and no gifts is how we do it these days! *And yes we chopped Cohen's hair. I hate it, not the cut just that is is not long and shaggy anymore. We will be growing it back for those who miss it already!

showing some love (koda)

Showing Koda some love on the blog. She is such an old gal now at almost 13 years young. She has the spirit of a teenager with the set ways of an old timer. She is the best dog. The poor thing never wanted kids around but she sure puts up with them and with no fuss. Okay she steals Cohen's food right from his hand or plate just to tick him off. Those two have a love hate. It is pretty funny really. Seems as though she tolerates Cooper in a much more mothering manner.

7 months down

7 months down and a lifetime to go. Oh Coop the best times are yet to come. So far you are off to a great start. You make us so happy. As a matter of fact you make us giddy and you even make your daddy cry (a joyful cry... I am the one who gets up with you twice at night some nights so my cry is one of pain). You boys have made your dad soft and you especially. You make him the happiest pop in town ever since you started to do this light up, smile, and start shaking your pudgy little body routine whenever he walks in the same room as you. I don't blame you. He is the fun parent but in time you will figure it out that I am the better of the two of us.

You have been sitting up since a bit before 5 months, crawling at 5.5 months and pulling to a stand somewhere shortly after 6 months. You now cruise furniture, people, or between whatever you can get a hold of. I can tell you are anxious to get to walking. I beg and plead with you to slow down, relax but you insist on keeping up with your big brother to whom you are obsessed with. Not sure why... do you not hear him whine all day, every day. Do you not remember how just last week he tried to pick you up and carry you, just to drop you on your chest and chin... on the tile floor? He told me it was an "accident" but who was he trying to kid? Accident or not he dropped you! He doesn't stop you from playing in the dog bowl and he takes all your toys. So please just realize he is not that cool and you do not want to hurry up to keep up with him. So slow down, stay a baby a while.

I love, love, love that your tongue is never in your mouth and that you wiggle it like a lizard every chance you get. I love how you go into convolutions when you hear me shaking your bottle. I love how you play with my hair when I feed you. I adore your chubby little hamhocks and chubby cheeks (both sets). I cannot kiss them enough. I love how you lean in for kisses. I cannot get enough of your giggle, especially when you laugh at Cohen jumping on the bed. I love the rolls on your legs, the downward turn of your mouth, the look you have that reminds me of my grandmother and mom. I eat up how you love to snuggle, and how you march to the beat of your own drum (you eat when you want, nap when you feel like it, and rarely cry or fuss between). I love how when you do finally decide to cry you let me have it and show me no mercy. I think one of my most favorite thing about you at this very moment (besides the fact that you love my awful singing) is that you LOVE to shower, alone, with me, with your brother, your dad, your dad and brother. You are a shower nut. Its great. Your fussy I shower you, your poopy I shower you, your tired I shower you, your happy I shower you. No matter what the mood the shower does you good. Its great. I also love that your a tech geek. Well, not really, its actually quite annoying. You throw a fit over the computer, iPad, iPhone, remote control but instantly stop when I hand you any one of the above.

Well Coop, I could go on but I will spare you the mushy embarrassment. Just know that we think your the greatest 7 month old, little brother, 2nd born baby in the entire world and that we thank our lucky stars that you are ours! You just have that something, that something that makes us happier than ever before!

Dirty Little Boys

No there is nothing wrong with him except that he is a boy, an almost three year old boy with a head full of nonsense and imagination. I have a ton of friends and family having babies... All of them boys to be exact. I figured I would give them a glimpse into a typical day with my almost three year old, who is all boy! I found him last Saturday morning on the side of the house digging in dirt looking like this. He is a total mess, a character (and I do not mean buzz lightyear). He is the cats meow and that is why I would still take him to the grocery store, mall or the park looking like this. Trust me it has happened.

Cohen Says

This little booger who I seem to call Charlie all the time, as in sorry Charlie, has been saying some funny things... So here you go:

So I am getting ready to meet a girlfriend for dinner. I did not know Cohen was lingering around our bathroom and bedroom...

Me: Damn it!
Cohen: What's wrong mom? (as he puts his hand on my arm from behind me)
Me: Oh I have a stain on my shirt
Cohen: Oh, that's okay mom you always have a stain on your shirt
Me: silence... I just put my finger on his forehead and knocked him to the ground

now he says "you always have a stain on your shirt" when he wants to make me smile

Here is another. Cohen and I are playing a game of "pitcher" as he calls it. As in I am the pitcher he is the batter.

He is putting out a terrible effort. I mean he can hit the ball. So I say...

Me: Come on you can do better than that!
Cohen: Come on mom you can pitch better than that!
Me: Terd!

happenings

I do not even have time to write. We are busy. Well at least it feels that way. After moving last month I am finally getting settled. My March calendar is slammed and I worry I cannot balance work, kids, relationship, home responsibilities but some how I always manage. The boys are good. Cohen is getting closer to 3 everyday and I cannot believe the things that come out of his mouth. I need to post our conversations. I will do that soon. Cooper is 6 months crawling, pulling up on things, bonking his head all the time and eating a bit of solid foods although not interested much despite hawking Jeremy, Cohen and I whenever we eat. We love our new house and cannot wait for warm weather so we can get out in the yard. Cohen calls his yard the sandlot and yells at Koda for pooping in his sandlot. I love it. Enjoy the pics.