Blond Blur

To catch them together, in the same picture, is next to impossible, unless they are fighting over Papa's lap.

They are a constant flurry of motion, a blur of blond. She is in the family room twirling in her tutu. He is at her kitchen trying to figure out how the blender works. At the museum she was elbow deep at the sand table while he zoomed down the slide.

They vie for their grandparents' attention and kisses from cat. They both love Mickey Mouse's Clubhouse (ACK!) and tickles. She lives for encased meat products and he finds food uninteresting.

When they are together there is constant motion, lots of giggles and exhausted adults - but never a dull moment.