Cousins

My sous chef loves other children, especially her cousins.  She calls all children, regardless of their age, “babies.”  She walked up to an eighteen year old at the grocery store and said, “Hi, baby.”  He grunted.  He probably hears this a lot.  She told my six-year-old nephew he was also still a baby.  To a six-year-old boy this is the ultimate insult, but he took it all in stride because he loves his little cousin.

So, we’d like to introduce you to her cousins in their icing moustached glory.

This is J.  She is lovely and smart and incredibly witty.  She’s going to grow up to be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she doesn’t know this yet.

Likes: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Reading. She’s a bookworm.

Dislikes:  Canned beverages.  Seriously, she’s a coke-a-phobic.

This is D.   He is incredibly sweet and sensitive, but he’s six years old, so if he heard me say that he’d be really mad.  He also has the most beautiful singing voice I’ve ever heard.  Move over, Justin Bieber.

Likes: Dinosaurs, Battles, Soldiers, Pirates, Karate…you get the point.

Dislikes: Vegetables (Mom & Dad are working on that one).

This is Little D.  Please note that he and his brother have matching pjs.  This kills me.  Little D is the most mild-mannered, serene baby I have ever encountered. He makes my sous chef look like she’s at the end of a caffeine fueled-sleep deprived-pull all the pots and pans out of the cupboard-wail like a banshee-color yourself with a permanent marker– bender.  Oh wait, she usually is in the midst  of one of these benders.

Likes: Mommy, Daddy, J and D.  And Ipads.

Dislikes: I’m not sure he has any. He’s too cool for all that.