Ah, a Rose between two thorns. (I couldn't stop myself from typing that one.)
She does look like Dylan! Wow, I do see it now, and could Finn love her any more?
They are so cute, my head might just explode.
Don't look at my post-baby muffin top; instead, ooh and ahhh over my new haircut.

Finn, age 10 weeks.

Rose, age 10 weeks.

When we decided on two years apart for our children, we knew they would be close. We are just getting an inkling now of how close they will be. Finn wants her around. He is no longer content with her in her crib while we play in his room. He wants her in his bed. He wants to touch her. He offers her bits of whatever he is eating, and on one particularly cute occasion, he brought her a dandelion handpicked from the yard.
He has a strange idea of what entertains her. Half the time it works on her, all the time on me.
I really like these kids of mine.

Is it because Rosemary is my last baby, because she's a girl, or because she's a particularly sweet girl? All I know is that I am enjoying her, to say the least. She is wonderful to me, and I cannot get enough of her.
Look at her! She's not just cute. She's not just beautiful. She's positively charming.
She's charming the pants off that toy. That floating turtle is powerless to resist her smiles.
Cliched as it might be, you expect to love your children, but falling in love with them is a surprise, even the second time round.

Two-year-olds are a strange breed. Finn has decided he doesn't like having his picture taken. Now whenever the camera appears, he makes a face.

I think it's related to the flash hurting his eyes, or maybe he no longer wants to be an Internet star. In any case, it's one part annoying.And one part cute.
At moments like these, I have flashes of him as a teenager. Chilling. Positively chilling.

Rosemary loves her spot in the kitchen. She's in the middle of everything and can be entertained easily.
Daddy is scratchy.
But he gives good hugs.

The City of Ottawa has a tree program whereby you sign up online, pick a tree, and one fine day, they drop it off at your house. It's a red maple, and Finn loves his tree.
Here he's using his shovel to add the mulch to our new tree.
Finn is in charge of watering it. He takes his job seriously.
Rose's job is to be cute.
And to smile lots.

My job -- one of many, many these days -- is to be crowned Queen Mommy by Finn The Destroyer of anything he can get his hands on.

Finn really, really likes Auntie Dawn. 

I am 32 today! Woo-hoo! 

Sunday mornings are a little chaotic,
a little bleary-eyed, 
but relaxing anyway.
And cute.
Did I mention cute?
Holy crap, is she cute!

Could she be any cuter or any pinker? No, I don't think it would be possible.
Dawn is in town, and we're on the town. On our trip to downtown, I had to sit in the back with the children. It was kind of fun, albeit a bit squishy.

These cats are likely the nicest people on the hill, IMO.
Finn loved the cats.
And was especially interested in the raccoon. I've never seen a raccoon before. Does Alberta even have raccoons? Dylan suggested we burnt them all in barrels of oil; hence no raccoons. He tries to tell his co-workers in Alberta, there's so much oil, people bbq over barrels of it. Ha ha, Dylan. Ha. Ha.

Enjoying a cookie on the canal. 

A wonderful Saturday afternoon.