I like the pillows!

Every year at Christmastime, Mom makes the most delicious "trail mix" ever. It's funny, because it's one of those things that's sooo easy to make...yet we wait for this time of year to have it. That's probably a good thing, though, cause I can eat my weight in that stuff. And man, that's a LOT! :)

Anyway, last night the boys and I were snacking on some of that yummy Christmas treat, and I noticed Tony being very careful to only eat the Chex out of it. Typical. I mean, we all have our favorite part of the mix! But then I had one of those sweet moments that only a parent can have, when your kids aren't killing each other and some special little similarity shows itself. Their differences are consistently clear, but I so enjoy the little moments where I can see one in the other...when I see them as...brothers I guess. Duh! :)

But it was nuts. Tony stuck his chubby little hand in the bag to grab a piece of cereal and said with a grin, "pillow." Suddenly my mind flashed back, and it wasn't Tony at all. It was my little, blonde haired Tyler standing there, still with his precious baby fat, saying "pillow." I guess it seems silly, but so much went through my mind when my baby used the same word for Chex that his big brother did when he was a toddler. He'd never heard Ty call cereal a pillow. It was his own word as much as it was Tyler's own word a few years ago. And for whatever sentimental reasoning, it was enough to make me squeeze them both just a little tighter last night. Perhaps it was the thought of how quickly they grow, or maybe it was just one of those moments overwhelmed by love for the little guys. Whatever. It was precious. And I'm still smiling about it today!