Nature and Nurture. And Combat Boots.

It's been a  kook couple of weeks, man.  Airport lateness ("Passenger Seward, please report to gate A51.  Report to gate A51 now. We are closing the doors in two minutes."). Hotels.  Missing babies. 

I think what I'll take away from the last two weeks is that I'm not quite as cool as I thought I was at getting to airports right before the plane leaves. Cutting it close isn't as fun as it used to be.  And I'm not quite as good at it as I used to be. Let's just leave it at that.

All this time in cabs and airplanes got me to thinking about these kids.  Nature vs. nuture and all that.  Stella doesn't want to be a princess, but she's not a tomboy.  So where does that leave her?  Right in the middle?   Isn't that where we all are sometimes? 

In any event,  I like that she's a little nature and a little nurture. Tutus and combat boots, if you will.

And I love that Henry is a boy.  A boy's boy sometimes. But sometimes he likes his toenails painted like I do. 

But mostly he's all legos and building and craziness.

And, given the choice, Stella would take babies every time.  Did she get that from us?

Truly, tho.  Who cares? Nature, nurture. Tomato.  Tamato.  Planes. Painted nails. Tutus. Combat boots.

After two weeks of traveling, I'm just glad for the opportunity to try and figure it out.