The other day my stylist and friend says to me, "You look tired."
My answer, "Well, yeah. Of course."
Here you see Bert and I pretending to get some rest.
Our boys are great but like anything that's worth having, there's work involved. It doesn't help that Joe lures me into staying up past my bedtime with things like this:
"Are you going to have a snack? Those girl scout cookies aren't going to eat themselves."
"Oh, I just want to show you this high-def trailer." Or:
"Oh, you have to see the intro to 30 Rock." Or:
"This made me laugh so hard, you have to see this."
And then there's is the much dreaded and hated Daylight Saving Time. Don't get me started on that.
It's disconcerting how focused you become on poo as a parent during that first year of your child's life. I'm reluctant to add "pooologist" to my resume. Does the need to be up on your childrens' poo continue beyond the first year?
Last week Sue and I were fortunate enough to each catch Jason sitting quietly reading a book. I was changing Kevin and peered over my shoulder to see Jason sitting there quietly perusing the book known as "Disco Bedtime". He just sat there turning the pages and studying them. Adorable. Sadly, neither of us had a camera so I'll post a pic of Kevin reading.
Here Kevin reads The Lion King ABC book, one of his favorites. He's carefully studying Simba in this picture.
Hi Jason
Continuing the story.....The same day, Sue was changing Kevin (funny coincidence, eh?) and Jason was lying on his stomach, holding himself up with his elbows reading "Smiles" (a favored Ernie & Bert book). Again, adorable.
I caught Jason "marking" books yesterday AM. He does it to any book he likes and he does it in the same manner and spot each time. He puts the book spine into his mouth, roughly a quarter of the way down from the top and bites down and sucks for a minute or so. This makes a double mark on the book where his teeth have rubbed after the saliva has loosened things up a bit. I keep finding these marked books around their room and the living room. It's only the books he likes though. Of course, I try to stop him and say the house motto "We don't eat books, we read books" but when I'm busy with Kevin and can't physically stop Jason, well, there's nothing I can do. In the end, it's a book, not the Mona Lisa. When they are grown up and ask me for some of the books they had as kids.. I'll say "There aren't any. You are them all."
Jason understands No. He shakes his head back and forth after you say No or Don't or a house motto to him. Funny.
Kevin probably understands No but chooses to ignore it. No head shake. No acknowledgement. Sometimes a cutesy grin but mostly him crawling away from you.
I've discovered that Kevin's waving is also an equivalent of pointing. Yesterday when I entered the nursery to get the boys up and start the day. Kevin waved at the window. I realized he was (in his own way) indicating that I was going to open the curtains. I did. Then he waved at the other window and I then opened that curtain. For Kevin, waving = Hi and waving = That thing/You do/I see. Smart boy.
A week of drool and general unhappiness resulted in a new canine tooth for Kevin. Here's a pic of our little kissyface. Now he is truly armed and dangerous
On Friday March 13th during dinner, after being asked if he would like more, young Jumpy looked me dead in the eye and said, "More". And it sounded like this --> "moah". Because that is how I say it. "Jason, would you like moah?" I have lived in New England for enough time that there are some words that I pronounce like a born-in-the-wool New Englandah. (I do still pronounce my 'r's" howeverrrrrrrr.
Kevin with his arms wrapped around our cat Ginger giving him what amounted to a big bear hug. When I said, "Aww, is Kevin hugging kitty cat?" Kevin flashed a great big grin. At that point, there was never a happier little boy. To Ginger's credit, he was taking it well. He sat perfectly still and let Kevin squeeze him. I did walk over to make sure things didn't take an ugly turn. Kevin let go and then grabbed Ginger's tail and neck. Ginger, again to his credit, took it like a man and sat there patiently. I scratched Ginger's ear and got him to purr and said "OOooh, Kevin, kittycat is purring. He likes you." 
This morning Jason said "Ball".
Kevin is a pretty happy-go-lucky little boy. He is easy-going but very motivated to satisfy his own needs. Kevin is always in motion, rocking back and forth or jumping up and down. He loves to be on the go-go-go. He loves to bounce and be bounced. He gives you a great upper body workout. He loves music any and all kinds. He rocks in time to the music or he taps his foot in time to the music. He seems to favor classical but likes kid music (itsy bitsy spider, Farmer in the Dell, Shoo Fly, etc.) also. He thinks we are mildly amusing but thinks the cats and objects are hilarious.
Here Kevin reads Hello Bee, Hello Me outloud. He's quite a conversationalist and enjoys a good story. 
Jason is quick to greet you with a smile and is very quick to laugh. He thinks we're very funny people. Funny faces, funny voices, playing hide-n-seek or peek-a-boo - all are tremendous fun to Jason. He is developing his sense of independence and is always trying to walk. He plays possum for example when you check on him at naptime. He'll be awake and playing in his crib but if you poke your head into his room and look at him, he'll lie down quickly and close his eyes. 
There are days when Kevin's molars aren't menacing him and he gives us a big ol' million watt smile. Here's a snap of said moment.