Someone recently pointed out to me that this blog is a bit Harlowe heavy and a little Chase light. (By the way, doesn’t a “Chase Light” sound like an icy cold, refreshing beverage?)
But I really don’t think I favor one twin over the other. It’s not like I’m out partying like a rock star with one of them.
Oh. Well, that is a cell phone snapshot of me and Harlowe out at a girls’ dinner. I’m sure Chase just had other plans. It’s not like that happens very often.
Oh snap. That’s me and my girl out to dinner again.
I actually bring along Harlowe because she has a very pleasant demeanor and it’s too cruel to leave Rick with both twins between the hours of 7 and 10 pm. That’s when they cry the most. So we divide and conquer. Or rather, I divide and go out for dinner.
And that means I pick a lot of food off her head.
So no, I don’t have a favorite.
It’s just that Harlowe is like a sweet, calming angel.
And Chase is also an angel. Just one that grunts, groans, farts, spits-up, gets constipated, drools, farts again, has reflux, wakes up constantly between 4 and 6 am and overall is more of…..
a boy, I guess.
And he’s my sweet boy.