Pictures sometimes say enough.

Kaden Paul Vannatter, born January 26, 2007 at 2:49 PM EST. 8 lbs 9 oz, 21 inches in length.

My kids are completely different and it’s an amazing experience.

Alise is quiet, contemplative and introverted enough to where she is often overly sensitive to my reactions. More than once a stern glare or raised voice has made her little bottom lip quiver and her big cow eyes fill with tears. She is in a constant battle to win our affection and praise even though she has it regardless. The perfect little angel since she was born and I couldn’t ask for a more blessed situation.

Enter Keylie – the Cain to Alise’s Abel.

She strides herself on being mischievous and has evolved into a grand master of it. She uses her perceived innocence and small stature to get what she wants, when she wants it – no matter how hard I try to resist her charms. Her rebellion is based entirely in solidifying her polarity to her older sister – the yang to her ying.

I don’t even watch television anymore; when I need entertainment I just spark a discussion between the two of them.

I can’t wait to see what Kaden changes about this balancing act.

“Can we get a little one? I want to name it Flower!”

But we aren’t standing at a pet store or heading to the humane society – we’re huddled on the couch popping in Nintendogs on my DS Lite (which coincidentally has more or less become their DS Lite).

I load the game and realize my two kids have been feeding, walking, shopping and training five different dogs amassing almost three thousand Nintendollars (or whatever they call it in-game) and mastering this game that was kidnapped by them at Christmas.

‘How about we go play with Tyler, your real dog?’

“Aww, alright – but he smells bad”.

I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but I just recently noticed it.

Occasionally in the past, someone would address me as “Mr.”, usually in line for fast food. I laughed it off as part of their training.

But recently I have received an alarming amount of “Mr.” comments and frankly it’s freaking me out.

I’m not afraid to cross over, but I don’t feel like it’s my time yet. I still have some shenanigans left in me!

It has been about four years since I wrote anything directed at you, the uninterested, insatiable Internet consumer.

Like everyone, my life has moved at an uncontrollable often unrelenting pace toward a finale I can never seem to get the script for.

That’s not to say the past four years haven’t been amazing; just amazingly hard to control.

My family has grown. Not just in age (Alise is seven now, Keylie is four) but as well as size: our son, Kaden, is due at the end of January.

Sena has gone from dedicated housewife to full-time nurse. I’ve gone from full-time creator to dedicated slacker.

As you can see, I’ve been able to find a handful of old entries from my ‘web days’ that I’ve back-dated accordingly. I have to laugh at the emotional and obscure sentiment in so many of those posts.

Enjoy your stay and excuse the melodrama.

‘put tyler on the phone.’

“he cant come to the phone. hes in the yard.”

‘can you call him in?’

“hes on the chain.”

‘can you go get him?’

“no.”

‘why not?’

“hes doing something to the other dog.”

‘oh….well have him call me back.’

“will do.”