Hey Internet, remember these two handsome fellas?
When my sister-in-law Dawn told Owen that I was in San Antonio, his response was, "Cool, she come visit me? I give her a Coke or cheese." Talk about knowing your audience. I mean sure, obviously I don't require a bribe to go and see my nephews, but if I did, cheese and caffiene would be among the most effective.
Both boys were taking naps when I arrived at their house. Dawn said Owen had told her that he had a present for me. She had no idea what it could possibly be.
You guys. He came downstairs and handed me his Roary.
Roary, for those of you who haven't been hanging around here for four years with some extremely impressive powers of memory, is the wee fuzzy lion-headed blanket I bought for Owen before he was born. Here's Roary with tiny baby Owen.
Now gigantic preschooler Owen sleeps with his Roary, as I had hoped he one day would way back when I bought it, upon finding out that Owen would be a boy. So you can see how him walking over all sleepy-eyed and bed-headed to hand me his Roary was pretty much the most adorable thing ever.
And when we went to dinner, Owen assigned me the seat next to him. And must have sensed that I don't care for lemon in my water (water or lemonade - not water tasting vaguely of lemon, thanks) as he snatched it right off of the glass when the waitress set it down. Thanks, big guy! He then shoved it directly in his mouth, demonstrating an Aunt Lori-like appreciation for all things tart and sour.
And then, Internet, there is the matter of the other one. My mom had advertized Braden as pretty much impossibly sweet. We'd see about that.
Yes, he is indeed just incredibly sweet. That first photo there features the as-yet-unnamed frog I bought him. While it remains to be seen whether Braden will care much about it, Dawn has taken a picture of them together every month, like she did with Owen and Roary, so I can watch Braden grow from far away.
I did get to see for myself his new power of walking. He's pretty awesome and then when he falls down, well that's ok too! Probably there's a toy there that he wanted or else maybe he just felt like crawling a little. Or he could just look up at you with his mesmerizing blue eyes and make you fall a little more in love with him. (One day he will learn to harness this power. Lock up your daughters.) Whatever. He doesn't really mind about which.
What does he care about? Food. The more, the better. Laid-back, yet perpetually hungry Braden is the Pooh Bear to his whirlwind-of-activity brother's Tigger.
I've been blogging here for almost six years, and quite honestly there are days when I'm not sure I want to keep doing it. But knowing that these two see the pictures here and it helps them know and remember me means that even if nobody else ever read it, this would all be worthwhile.
Owen and Braden: Aunt Lori loves you very much. I'll be back to see you soon (cheese or not).