Tyler accessorizes really well. If he's dressing in his Woody costume, he needs the scarf tied perfectly right. If he's dressing in his Kings shirt, he needs the headband to complete the Mike Bibby look. If he's going to play baseball, he needs his gloves (gardening gloves) and daddy's white socks pulled all the way up his legs. Guess they look like sliding pants. He has new Spider-man pajamas and last night at bedtime he turned to me and said "Are you going to kiss me goodnight?" You know you don't have to ask me twice. But when I leaned over and kissed him, he said "You didn't kiss me, you kissed Spider-man that is so silly mommy."

Some days I find it hard to realize my two kids are related. Gavin likes tomatoes. Tyler despises them and throws a fit if there is one on his plate. Gavin craves milk. Tyler despises it and throws a fit if you put a cup of it in front of him. Gavin inhales chocolate, sugar, brownies, cookies, cake and/or ice cream. Tyler will try some but doesn't usually finish the sweet stuff. Gavin cleans up by scrubbing with a cloth while stepping over the stuff on the ground. Tyler cleans up by picking everything up off the ground. Gavin is tall and skinny. Tyler isn't. Gavin has blue eyes. Tyler's are brown. Gavin sleeps in his own bed all night most of the time. Tyler almost never does. Oh the list just goes on and on, from personalities to appearances, they are very distinct. But when the two of them are lying together in Tyler's bed at night at bedtime, they get giggling and hugging and whispering in a way that only two brothers would understand. That's when I realize they are the sweetest beings alive. Tyler loves to grab Gavin's arm and pretend to bite it. Gavin trusts his big brother so much he just goes with it, muffling the inhaled squeals of excitement as Tyler slowly clamps down in the darkness of night, then they both bust up with laughter as I chime in with the harsh "Sssshhhhhhhhh" which always makes me feel more like a teacher than a mother.