Monthly birthday numbers thirty-three and thirteen. Man Ouest is getting old. She is fifteen percent of the way to graduating high-school. That’s messed up. She officially looks like a big girl, stepping up from little girl status. And for the most part acts like a big girl too. She isn’t the babyish hold me type at all. We don’t get an abundance of lovey-doviness from this girl, so when we do get some we eat it up. Those genuine hugs and kisses are the best thing in the world. She’s tough, smart, and growing more independent by the day.

Lowe is the lover. A boy who knows how to show his affection all day long. He’s the boy who likes to be held and snuggle his head into Mama and Papa’s necks. After a week in Portland even Grammy is getting in on the act. That’s saying something because Lowe has a long warming up period for new faces. And even though he likes his snuggling time I would say he’s more independent than Ouest, even at this young age. He learned from the start that there would be time sharing going on in this household and that the big sister was going to demand more of it, so he is much more content to wander off and do his own thing than she is.

Another happy thirteenth Ouest and Lowe.