Da Birds

This morning was one of those mornings that I wished could have gone on forever. The boys laid in our bed and played together the entire time I got ready. I would peek my head out of the bathroom to see what they were up to and they would both stop and look at me as if I was interrupting them. The chatter would start again as soon as I was out of sight. We ate daddy's mini-muffins for breakfast, then decided to feed the birds our left over popcorn from yesterday afternoon. It went something like this:
Mama: Do you think the birds would eat our popcorn?
Sam: Zes
Joe: uuhh
Sam: I can hear them, they are coming (as if they knew we were headed out the door)
Mama: (To Sam)Take some out the the bucket and put it in the grass
Sam: Like this?
Joe: Proceeds to pick up every kernel that Sam drops on the ground and eat it...

Yeah, not exactly as I had planned. I loaded a screaming Joe in the carseat as Sam dumped the rest of the bucket into the grass. But memories were made nonetheless. Now, if somehow that popcorn could be missing tonight when we get home so that Sam will have fed the birds and Joe won't want to eat it again!

Happy Birthday Drew

Three years ago today my dear nephew Drew was born. I remember what a sweet bundle of joy he really was those first few days. He has grown into an even sweeter little boy! He loves trucks, tractors, sports and are you ready...Prince Phillip from Sleeping "Nudie" as he calls it. His sister watches all the princess movies and he loves them too! He had a knight party and it was a hit! Everyone, especially my Aunt Cindy, got involved with the inflatable swords and shields. We love you Drew, Happy Birthday Buddy!

One and one-half

Thanks to Kia, Joe got a 1/2 birthday cake, literally. Mama decided some sweet pics were in order.





1&1/2, 18 months...it seems so old, too old for my taste. A toddler, home for 4 months, our son, Sam's brother, curious, understands well, follows prompts, doesn't talk, can't sit/stand still, loves our kitty cat, carries his drink everywhere, loves Grandma Jean, cleans out the snack cabinet, carries around kleenex or t.p., wants everything out of the toy basket, likes books, rocks to sleep, crib until mid morning, loves to snuggle, wears 12-18 months, size 3 diapers, size 5 shoes, plays with trains, watches Thomas with Sam (for awhile), still loves to be held. One and one-half years of pure joy and blessing to our lives, Joe. We love you.
Mama, Daddy, and Sam