What would you be like today?

I go for walks every day with Miranda.  We weave around the neighborhood, dodging dogs loose from their yards and stopping to talk to neighbors.  She's a little older now, and she walks with me well.  I was planning on taking the boys on walks with us.  They would be toting along with us in their red double stroller, taking in all the familiar sites that we pass every day.

I walked Miranda today in the perfect weather, sunglasses on and Miranda Lambert pumping through my headphones.  Some days, I talk the boys while I walk the dog.  Other days, like today, I take the time to imagine what they would be like if they were here with us today.  There are so many questions I'll never have the answers to.

What would their eating habits be?  Would they eat all day in small amounts like me?  Would they have their daddy's appetite?  What would breastfeeding be like?  Would their eating habits be similar?  Would they be finicky or would they be open to trying things?

How well would they be sleeping?  Would they love to snuggle up with us?  Would they fight sleep and stay up like rock stars or would they look forward to story time and bed time?  Would they like their night light? Would they wake each other up in the middle of the night to get into shenanigans?

What would their personalities be like? Would they be similar?  I always imagined at least one of them being a miniature Tim (Conner) and the other being more of a mama's boy (Ben).  Would their personalities clash or would they be best buddies, like we hoped?

I feel so cheated.

I have been cleaning the house like crazy, although I'm not sure what the point is when I have a dog that sheds blankets every five minutes.  I found an old teddy bear that belonged to me when I was little.  I mean, really really little.  Maybe like three or four years old little.  So the thing is like 25 years old.  I had named her "Teddy" because, well, like I said, I was little.  I did everything with her.  I'm not sure why she was my favorite, because looking at her now she wasn't anything special.  Plus, she's naked.  She probably came with clothes on and I tore the clothes off of her, much like I did with my barbies.  But I remember playing house with her and she was always my baby.  So, I threw her through the wash like three times.  She came out of the dryer soft, and I put her in the boys' room.  She is theirs now.  Tomorrow Tim and I are going to see if he can dig up his old elephant from when he was little in his parent's attic.  We'll put it in the boys' nursery as well.  Wish us luck!