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When you have a child, you want him or her to be able to succeed. To take on the world and win.

When you have two, you want them to do that together.

And some other fun pictures from the park today:

Shots 1, 2, 3

Hayden dancing on the stage and singing his ABCs

What have you done to help prepare your kids to take on the world—including giving them a sibling to work side-by-side with?

I’ve been making soup a lot lately: salsa soup, white bean soup, and coming up this weekend, turkey noodle soup, of course.

Hayden has also been making soup: mostly alphabet.

Yeah, that’s a deep fryer.

In other activities, Hayden has begun singing various and sundry songs, with a little help from us:

He’ll be ready for Don’t Forget the Lyrics any day now.

Not to be forgotten, Rebecca has made her own strides this week. On Monday, she discovered her toes!

Got toes?

I’m finally getting around to uploading all the videos I’ve taken recently. This one features a happy, laughing Rebecca (two and a half months) and a singing, laughing Hayden (two and a half+ years).

Believe it or not, we don’t watch American Idol. The references in the video are to Yo Gabba Gabba episodes, which is where he learned to sing into a “microphone.”

I love this video because it’s hard to get pictures of most of Hayden’s funny expressions, but here we get several of them.

No Haydens were harmed in the making of this video.

I hate to have to tell you this, but I’m funny. You should probably already know that, of course. But my day to day life is pretty funny. Not movie-funny, but regular-life-funny. Sometimes it’s looking-back-on-it-now-that-I’m-not-sobbing-yeah,-I-guess-that-was-funny.

The other day, I sang a little song for Hayden. I told Ryan about it that night, and Ryan got the goofy look on his face that he gets whenever I sing (which is usually accompanied by a “You should sing more often”). Here is the song. You may recognize it. It was first popular in 1918. Not that you’re that old; it still gets sung a lot.

H-H-H-Haydie, beautiful Haydie,
You’re the only b-b-b-boy that I adore
When the m-moon shines, H-H-H-Haydie,
I’ll be knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin’ at your door.

After I finished repeating the song for Ryan, Ryan has a sentimental look on his face. “Did he like it?” he asks, thinking that he knows the answer.

“Actually, no. He hated it. And he really wanted me to put him down.”

And I didn’t even tell Hayden that the song’s originally about a girl. Sigh. At least my husband still likes my singing.