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A Gift for the Gab

Now, most of you know that Benjamin looks nothing like me (really?!). And, it’s no secret that he is a whole lot like Pierre. It’s kind of fun to watch people who know me, and know Ben, meet Pierre for the first time. You can almost hear the light bulb click-on, as they look from Pierre to Ben and back again. I just know that they’re thinking,”Now I get it”. And Nicholas has a whole lot of Pierre in him too. He has that cute little cleft in his chin, and a pretty wicked sense of humor, not to mention a pretty good throwing arm (future water-polo player?)…all not unlike his Papa. I think Pierre is pretty darn great, so the more the boys are like him, the better.

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Pierre and his boys.

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There is, however, at least one way that the boys are a whole lot like me….they can talk, and talk, and talk. Both boys are serious talkers (some days, I am pretty sure that my head will explode). This is not something they get from Pierre. Let’s call Pierre the strong, silent type, and leave it at that. Me? Not so much (which if you follow my blog, you have more than realized). If I was challenged to be silent for a day, I wouldn’t make it ten minutes.

This is nothing new. In fact, during a car-ride with my grandparents, when we were little, my sister had to bop me on the head to get a few words in. While I was trying to figure out what had happened (while rubbing my head), Jenn spurted out what she had to say (this story has been told repeatedly over the years!!!).

Turns out, history repeats itself. This weekend, both boys were in the back of the van. Ben was chatting up a storm, while Nicholas tried desperately to interrupt. Finally, in total frustration, Nicholas yelled: “That’s enough Ben. THAT’S ENOUGH!!!! LET ME ASK MY QUESTION.”  Ben, shocked into silence, zipped it, while Nicholas asked his question (I can’t remember what it was, and don’t think it was actually a question at all). Then, recovered, Ben resumed talking. 

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Chatting and shucking

Good thing they weren’t within arm’s reach of each other (minivans are great that way), otherwise I am sure bopping would have been involved.

xo Naomi

P.S. Caterpillar update: We have butterflies!!! Three of the five. Ben says that it is Sockey, Blue, and Frou-Frou who have emerged! Wonder how he knows? Winking smile 

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  1. AliJune 4, 2012 at 9:52 AM

    Hilarious update Naomi!

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  2. UnknownJune 12, 2012 at 1:00 AM

    Ha ha ha! Love it. Oliver is not talking yet, but I'm ure he will have to go to extreme measures to get a word in past Charlie.

    Am loving the blog! Keep it up! :)

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