1 + 1 = chaos

A 2 1/2 year old and a new baby don't mix very well.  Byron was busy wanting to play and be entertained while Bonnie needed to be held and rocked.  Many days I sat with both of them in my lap reading stories or watching cartoons.
One afternoon I let Byron go outside in the back yard with our dog.  Somehow he managed to try to lift the dog over the fence and the poor dog strangled.  I know this is a morbid story, but this is life.  My neighbor called me and of course I panicked. (Why do we add a k on panic?)   Byron really didn't understand what had happened and I was devastated at the loss of our dog.  A little while later Don comes home to find me crying in the living room and I begin to explain that Byron hung.......Needless to say, Don freaked out thinking that it was Bonnie.  It was a hard lesson learned, but at least my children were okay.
Easter came and I proudly bundled up my kids and headed to Hamilton.  I love spending time with Cheri, so any chance I got, I would head in her direction.  We always had fun coloring and hiding the Easter eggs.  Of course I had them dressed to a T for Easter Sunday.
Bonnie was a beautiful baby.  I loved dressing her up in all the ruffles and frills.  She needed socks and a headband to match her outfits.  She had these enormous brown eyes and a cute little button nose.  Byron loved her and tried his best to hold her whenever he got a chance.  He was a very protective big brother. 
It was so strange to see how Bonnie hung onto her dolls.  She would hold them and love them.  It was a natural occurance.  Byron's first word was "ball" and he loved trucks and cars.  I have always been amazed at the difference between my son and daughter starting at birth.  Byron had these big feet and hands while Bonnie's feet and hands looked just like a little girls should.