He does look like someone who's in charge of the world, doesn't he? Connor spent a long weekend at the lake with Grandma and Grandpa, finally got to go back to preschool after the week that was snow and ice, and even went to the indoor swimming pool last night with Uncle Luke and his girlfriend Lizzie (we'll pretend it wasn't a school night and they didn't wait to leave until 7 p.m. and stop at McDonald's on the way home for Cokes and milkshakes). He also saw Grammy and Pappy today at the house, where he got to read books and play with "his" McDonald's kitchen. Who doesn't want his life?
And this one, well he just has no idea what he's in for next week. Today Mommy made the site visit to the little guys' preschool classrooms and met with their teachers and one of their new therapists (the other one comes to school on a different day, so we'll meet them later). No, he was busy lining up his letters on the new art easel (the magnetic board side) and happily playing while Grammy and Pappy were entertaining and Mommy was plotting such evil. I'm guessing he's not going to be pleased.
This one, well, he's probably going to scream the place down. Grammy and I are taking bets on which twin is going to resent preschool the most. We're pretty sure Xander is going to win, mostly because he's the quickest to anger and the loudest to protest. Just look at that face, he's already in the mood for a fight.
And this one, well he wins for the most pitiful face ever (though Connor has a pretty good pout, too). Yes, the first baby of the family is terribly neglected and abused. He doesn't have his own room, with his own enormous dog bed or dog door that lets him out into the nice fenced yard and even up on to the deck where he likes to bark at people who dare to walk on his sidewalk. He doesn't get puppy treats every single day (multiple times), have pepperoni bought just for him, or all the leftover meat from dinner. And he definitely doesn't get rubbed all evening while Mommy relaxes after the boys have gone to bed. No, you must have him confused with someone else, because he's too pitiful for all that.