Nothing melts my icy exterior like seeing Noah and Adair enter a happier stage of sibling contentment. It seems like I am spending a little less of my daily energy prying Noah off of her face, or his arm around her neck in a choke hold. The other morning I found the two together in Adair's crib laughing and playing and a little disappointed that Mom had come to disrupt the fun. I think that one of the biggest joys I will experience as a mother will be to raise those two to be great friends. I have seriously been concerned that a third child might change their dynamic and even though every veteran mom will probably say it's foolish, I haven't quite made up my own mind on the matter. Anyways, Noah has some of the best names for Adair right now and less I forget here's a little list:

1. Mine Mimi
2. Mine Flappy
3. Gary the Snail
4. Wah Wah (for when she cries)
5. Sist
6. Sistie

Baby Inhaler

Adair Boehme has a bit of a breathing problem, and it seems like with every little cold she ends up getting a few shots of the baby inhaler. Wheezing, coughing, and a couple puffs is nothing new for us this year. Perhaps she has inherited Peter's "baby asthma", or perhaps it was that time I painted the living room while 6 months pregnant. Whatever the cause I hope she outgrows this soon, or we just might have to transfer to a dryer and somewhat sunnier climate.