Life at the Brewer house is nothing exciting... it's pretty boring actually. And that's how we seem like it most of the time. Cash, my hard-headed, sweet, imaginative, and exhausting three year old, keeps us on our toes, especially the past few months since his baby sister, Isla Kate arrived (Cash still insists her name is actually "Baby"). Though he can be obnoxious and incredibly aggravating at times, Cash has so many moments of pure sweetness, and he has such a big imagination. That's one of the things I love most about him, his imagination. At any given time here lately he pretends he is one of several superheroes... Batman, Iron Man, Captain America, and Spiderman are his favorites. He also has the Star Wars characters thrown in occasionally - Obi Wan and R2D2 usually. And in his world they are all BFFs and join forces to rid the world of "bad robots," "bad crabs" (which are our hands pretending to be "bad crabs"), and "mean dinosaurs," or at least put them in time-out until they learn how to be nice. If he's not a superhero, he's a "good knight," a "nice musketeer," or a "nice pirate" with sword in hand saving princesses (aka his sister and myself) from Captain Hook.
Isla is growing like crazy... at 10 weeks old she's already outgrown all of her three month sized clothes and is wearing mostly 6 month stuff. She's got a nice double chin going for her and a few rolls on her chubby little legs. She definitely likes her groceries. She's such a sweet little baby and usually only gets fussy in the evenings when she's tired and hungry. She's cooing like crazy now and loves smiling and "talking" with me, especially in the mornings when she first wakes up. She loves sitting and watching her brother, and will sometimes get fussy if she can hear him but not see him. Some of her best first smiles were at Cash. Cash seems to adore her - he's already protective of her. When we're out, if another kid approaches her, he'll immediately move over to Isla, put a hand on her and eyeball the kid with a warning look. The first thing he asks in the morning when I get him up is, "Where's my baby?"
So my life is pretty boring... but it's nice. My kids are my whole world, and for now I'm perfectly content to be a "mama princess" and let "Iron Man" and all of his friends "rescue" Isla and myself and "keep us safe."
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