Jackson & Me

Jackson & Me

I’ve never been much of a “kid person”. I know how that sounds but it’s true. I mean, kids are kids so yeah, they’re cute and funny and all of that. My mom had a daycare in our home as I was growing up, so it’s not like I’m not familiar with them. I’ve just never really ENJOYED being around kids. If I really sat and thought about it, I supposed it would be because I feel pressured around them – to be funny and likeable and fun and whatever else.

ANYWAY, this changed a bit once my friend, Sara, had her first son, Nolan. I spent a TON of time with her when she was pregnant and Nolan came out this tiny, long-fingered little angel that smelled like baby powder. As he got older, he became this adorable, silly, wise little man and I was in awe of him. Then Sara had her second son, Miles, and he is this totally crazy, cute guy with more personality in his tiny fingernail than most grown adults have.

Then, just over two years ago, my cousin Jill and her husband Paul blessed our family two two twin boys – Hudson and Jackson. I didn’t see them a whole lot their first year, but then Kelly and I started babysitting for them every now and again, and I started getting to know these absolutely adorable, smart, funny guys who were so very different from each other.

Now, almost a month to the day after their second birthday, it’s safe to say that I am completely smitten. They are still adorable, smarter than ever, hilariously funny, and still so very different from each other.

The picture above was taken on Christmas Eve, 2012. I wanted a picture with both of the boys, but H wasn’t really feeling it (okay, me) that day, so I figured one dude was better than none. The first picture is me, smiling away, with Jack sort of looking off to the side, unimpressed. Jill kept snapping pictures and the next few are of Jack pointing out my facial piercings, stating “pink” for my nose ring and “white” for my Monroe piercings. From there the pictures dissolve into completely adorable, flailing, dimple-filled (Jack, not me) chaos. The picture above is my personal favorite from the pictures Jill took.