God Bless Hair Cut

My little Colt Colt takes the reigns now when he says his prayers.  He may get a little prompting from me, but for the most part, he asks Jesus to bless everyone individually.  Many times, he will pray for Dora, the giraffe at the zoo and his bicycle.  But, the other night, he added a new addition to his little prayer....God bless haircut.  Not "my haircut" or "the haircut," just plain old "haircut."  Then I realized that my poor child has to get so many haircuts and so often we are talking about his haircut, that he thinks it's an actual body part.  Poor little Colt and his massive amounts of hair!  Now, he even tells me to kiss his haircut, instead of kissing his cheek, or he'll say, "Mommy, the baby hit my haircut," if Sam hits him on the head. Ha!  I know that I should probably correct him, but I he'll learn the difference soon enough and every time I hear the word "haircut," it just makes me smile.

Easter has come and gone and the boys loved every minute of it.  They were master Easter egg hunters and they became so addicted to jellybeans, that I had to buy several bags of "emergency beans" for when they get on their jelly bean kicks and I have nothing to offer.  I fear the summer months, when I am out of beans with none in sight to buy. haha. 
The Easter bunny was good to them and they loved all their little goodies.  They loved biting the different body parts off their chocolate bunnies.  Colt would bite off a body part and tell me, then little parrot Sam would repeat what he said, but bite off a totally different part of the bunny and start giggling.  Back and forth, like they do with so many things and it just makes you smile.

Colt started swim lessons two weeks ago and I am proud to say that he graduated from the Guppy class tonight and can now move into the catfish class.  He can float on his back, kick his way to the side of the pool and retrieve dive rings on the bottom of the 3 ft. pool. 
Every day for two weeks, parents were able to watch from an observation room and I so enjoyed being able to watch him interact with the other kids and his swim teacher.  He started out crying because he didn't want to go and it went to him crying because he didn't want to leave.  We definitely made some progress!

My little Sam is just a growing machine.  He can count and can communicate better than any 17 month old I've ever seen.  He is a little hurricane, but the cutest, sweetest, smartest hurricane you've ever encountered.  His little giggle is contagious and I find myself acting completely crazy (Bryan came home other day and I was jumping on furniture acting like a monkey - this is true, ha!!), just to hear his sweet laugh.  Sometimes I think I could play with him all day.  He still has his chubby cheeks and his soft baby skin and when I look at him, I can't help but think that I'm just not ready for him to grow up yet. 

I think that catches us up for now.  Just remember that when you say your prayers tonight, to make sure and thank God for your haircut. :-)