And Danny too....

I can't talk about one without talking about the other. Jake and Daniel are like night and day. Jake is picky, and Daniel will eat almost anything. Jake talked my head off by the time he was Danny's age, and while Daniel makes a lot of noise, he doesn't have too many words. He does say Spongebob though, but it comes out like this "Spaabaaaa". And he has mastered the use of the word no. I think it's his favorite. People he doesn't know will look at him, and he says no. A cashier will ask him if he is out shopping with his mom, and he says no. I ask him if Daddy is nice, and he says no. He'll be pretend cooking with all my pots in the kitchen, I'll ask him for a bite, and he says no.

He has just recently learned the art of the all better kiss. He'll whack Jake with a plastic golf club, and within the same second, lean in for a kiss. He will bash his toe, and then kiss himself better. If I complain about something hurting, he strokes my face and says "Niiiiii" for nice. I can't believe he is almost two already. There is nothing I love more than watching my little men grow up and turn into their own unique little people, with their weird little quirks. It almost makes me want just one more. But I don't think I could survive pregnancy, birth, and the first four months.