My little boys are growing by leaps and bounds and I can hardly keep up. I find myself running from the time they get up in the morning, until the time they go to bed. Sippy cups, milk, tee-teeing on the potty, parks, diapers, wipes, lunches, dinner, etc. etc. etc. consumes me, but my babies could not possibly be more fun if I scripted it myself. They keep us in constant stitches and we find ourselves laughing harder than we do when we watch Chris Rock.
There is no denying it any longer, Sam is a prodigy. He is truly a genius child (and I'm not just saying this because I'm his mother, ha). He can talk, he can answer questions, he can pick things out in books and repeat them. His teachers actually said Wednesday when I went to pick him up, "Yeah, Sam kind of freaks us out a little with how well he talks." His new word is "papple" which means apple. He doesn't like apples, but he loves to crawl on the table, get them out of the fruit bowl, take one little mouse bite out of it and throw it around the house, yelling "papple, papple, papple." He LOVES to go to the park and from the time he gets out of bed, he starts telling me "park mommy park." He goes to the park, climbs up the steps and finds the biggest slide to slide down. His little 24 pound body goes flying down the slide and he runs to do it again. He actually runs so fast, that Bryan and I cannot catch him unless we trick him and go the other way. This is the truth. So, I think it's safe to say that not only will he run out of the Tiger Stadium tunnel one day, he'll be pre-med as he does it. A mom can dream, can't she??
My little Colt remains my constant comedian. Yesterday Bryan took the boys bike riding and a spider landed on Colt's pants. He freaked out so bad that he cried for 30 minutes after Bryan got it off of him. When he came in the house, he ran up to me and said "Scare dat spider Colt Colt." Meaning: That spider scared me (he likes to refer to himself in the third person). Colt is the kindest, sweetest, smartest baby and I love him so much. He loves blocks, puzzles and his cowboy hat. He actually has a huge heart and in some way or another, displays amazing compassion on a daily basis. This even applies toward his brother, which I never thought would happen. The boys had "Go Texan" day at school last week and Sam didn't have a cowboy hat. Colt did not understand why Sam didn't have one and told me that he was going to get him one and would be right back. He then proceeded to spend the next 20 minutes before we left for playschool upstairs looking for his brother a cowboy hat to wear.
I also never thought simple things could be so exciting to toddlers (I need to stop referring to them as babies, even though it breaks my heart to do so.) Last weekend, they each got a balloon at the race and you would have thought it was Christmas morning. They loved their balloons so much and literally stared at them in awe for two days. Also, as I mentioned before, they LOVE to go to the park. The slides and swings just excite them to no end. It's so much fun to introduce them to new things and watch their reactions. It makes you wish the world was simpler place.
I have so much to write, but I must close now because nap time is over. I will write more very soon.
