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.