This is kind of belated, but last week my daughter Isabel turned two years old, and in the days since, I've started to realize just how quickly our kids have grown up. I experienced this with my son, of course, but this time there's something different. Since the wife and I are set on only having two kids, I know that I'll never see this again, and a little part of me is sad to see that go.

And yet, it seems like just overnight my daughter has grown in leaps and bounds. She speaks so well, and understands so much, and frankly, she's bigger than I expected. That's partly because my son has turned out to be something of a small fry, but also because she's above average height and weight for her age group.

It's kind of shocking (and amusing) to see my two kids next to each other and think that they look almost the same age, even though they're two years apart. That's part of the fun of siblings, I suppose, to have a companion and playmate that is just as willing and able to share as they are to duke it out. With these two, at least it'll be somewhat of a fair fight.

Today, our daughter Isabel turns one year old. Somehow, her first twelve months seemed to go by so much faster than with our son Robbie. As you can see, she's quite the cutie!

Today's the day our son Robbie turns two! It's hard to believe it's been two years already, but as they say, time flies...

Today also marks the first time he'll be getting a haircut. Call it some strange tradition, but my parents didn't cut my hair until I was two, and I thought it'd be fun to do that with my son. It's interesting to see just how many people assume that he's a girl because of his long curls. Even with full-on boy clothes and his boy toys, we still get comments like "she's so cute" and "what's her name?" all the time. I don't think he's too pleased with that...

So tonight, we're going to go get haircuts. All of us. It'll be a family haircut night! Who says we don't do things together? While Carol and I plan to get cuts, the main focus is going to be Robbie and whether or not he'll sit for it. Where there's scissors involved and a squirming child, there's always a parent on high alert.