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Holden is two years and two days old.
Milo is two months and two weeks old.
Today.

They’re just getting to know each other and it’s fun to see.

For the most part, Holden is indifferent to the new baby in the house. He has taken to spending more time in his crib lately, enjoying the familiar comforts of his lovey (Leonard the giraffe) and the pacifier but otherwise he’s all the piss and vinegar you’d expect from a spirited two-year-old.

With two little ones, I try to find places that are safe for running and exploring — but also well-fenced in and easy to get to/from the car. A fun afternoon means meeting a few sympathetic friends at a tot playground or well-stocked backyard. Of course, it seems like the days when I schedule afternoon playdates for us, H naps until 4:30 and when I’ve left it open, he’s up at 2:30. Oh well.

Holden occasionally asks to touch, hold, or carry Milo; we make every effort to honor those requests. Some of the photos show the two of them awkwardly sitting side by side on a chair — we did that in lieu of letting Holden carry his twelve-pound brother around the room.

Enjoy the recent photos.

Sincere apologies to George, Mom, and Dave. Our photo server has crashed so the March and April pictures are trapped inside for now. Not forever, we hope.

Our beautiful, talkative, social, artistic, musical, sporty, firstborn son is two years old today.

Well, if you weren’t invited to the party this year, that’s cuz there wasn’t one.

When I went in to see him this morning and sang Happy Birthday, I asked him what he wanted to do with his special day. He only had two requests:

• “Milk in the crib” (ok, we don’t usually allow it, but it’s sorta like breakfast in bed. Too bad we ran out of milk last, which we never do — no whole milk, no nonfat, no soy, nothin’)
• “I want to sweep and rake and shovel” (Julian has an excellent array of lawn care equipment at his house but we don’t)

Oh crap, I thought hitting the steam trains was going to be a hit.

How did we celebrate? We took him out to breakfast where they serve killer pancakes and crayons. Afterward, I ran into a toy shop to pick up toy broom, rake, and shovel on our way to ride the steam train. Lunch was “anything you want” sandwiches followed by a rather long nap. Then we went to Alec’s buddy, Jeffrey’s 30th birthday party for about 20 minutes and played with nerf ball launchers in the courtyard. Finally, Holden discovered the broom, rake, and shovel and sobbed his way through dinner because we would not let him rake in the house.

We now embark on the era of “twos and threes” — wish us a bon voyage!