My boys are at a point in their little baby lives where they are changing so much and learning new things daily, that I can barely keep up with them, much less a blog. So as hard as I try and as much as I would love to, I just can't write down everything that goes on in the day.
Our most recent story of craziness happened yesterday at the Best Western in Sugar Land. My parents were leaving town and as we were departing ways in the lobby, a pretty little green bird flew through the automatic doors and landed on top of one of the curtain rods. I'm thinking, "man, this bird sure is prettier than those ugly black birds you see everywhere." That is when Bryan informed me that the reason this bird was so pretty was because it was someone's pet that escaped.
Bryan and my dad proceed to catch this bird and show it to Colt, who in turn freaks out with excitement because he takes EVERY opportunity to show you every bird in the sky on any given day.
So, as I kindly suggest that we pet this pretty little bird and let it go back into the wild, I am met with hatred by all, because surely this domestic bird will die in the wild.
As you can guess, it's off to Petsmart we go and the rest is history....
A bird cage, food, treats, toys, bird litter and a beak sharpener rock (because apparently this is absolutely necessary) later, we leave with our newest pet, appropriately named "Toodles."
Now, this is truly the kind of thing that you can't make up.
On another note, Colt started playschool in his two-year old class and even though he cries when we pull in the parking lot and tries to rip my clothes off when I bring him to class, his teachers assure me that he loves it there.
The children start going to chapel every Tuesday in the two class, so I can only imagine how my perfect son acts in chapel every week. haha.
My little Sam still remains the sweetest baby in the world, but you have never met a busier child. Colt did not start eating table food until he was one year old. Sam not only eats anything you give him, but he pulled Colt's plate off the table yesterday and was stuffing fist fulls of steak in his mouth. I really think he has about 10 teeth in the back that I have yet to find. He basically spends his entire day eating and still wears 3-6 month bottoms. I guess it's safe to say that he doesn't have his mom's metabolism!
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