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two boys, brothers, stand
tate sings: i am alive, o hear me world, for i am alive and bear it well!
his palms crest and curl and seize hold of the air,
bridling it, an elemental steed
for him to break, to tame
and captain wildly.
rafferty smiles: i am here. that is enough.
he lays his head to rest and braces gentle shoulders
against his brother, a shield to a sword,
solemn and unwavering,
the steadfast, conquering savior.
You know what's amazing? Breastfeeding. Breastfeeding is amazing. I haven't been able to do a lick of exercise (duh) since the babies came and yet my jeans are already baggy. Thank you, 1400 calories/hr-without-breaking-a-sweat loss! My goal is to be back in my pre-spawned clothes by the new year. If I make it, great, if I don't, eh, whatever. It helps to have a timeline but I'm not gonna push it too much.
Also, also, Rafe totally punched his brother in the face this morning because he's a tiny little piggy who wants alllllll the food. It was pretty hilarious. Tate has a teeny bitchface that he makes whenever you, you know, move him or touch him or make too much noise or breathe on him, and the one he pulled after getting socked was epic. Oh boys. <3