I hope that you have a lovely day, full of parades, sparklers, and probably a bratwurst - fresh off the grill.
Oh, fourth of July, you are the epitome of summer.
Oh, baby boys, you are the epitome of perfect and darling.
As you must know by now, my children love popsicles.
This worked out very well for photos, since I could get them to sit still and giggle. Hurrah!
These boys just keep getting older, bigger, and more capable! I know that shouldn't surprise me, but somehow it does. They've started saying a handful of new words including Rey (Grey), Tra-ter (Cracker), Ink-et (blanket), My-ah (Micah), Dit-doo (Thank you), Die-door (dinosaur), Yosh (Shoes?) and Amen! They also have picked up (and made up) a few new signs. Their favorite and most frequent is twisting their wrist like they're reving a motorcycle, which they do while growling - you know, because that's the sound motorcycles make. They do it constantly, and are obsessed with the scooter.
They've also started folding their arms and bowing their heads during prayer. I can safely say that it is THE CUTEST thing in the world. Second only to when Grey saw a picture a Jesus and said, "Jeh-us." (That might have been a fluke, it hasn't happened since...)
They are obsessed with tackling, tickling, and chasing each other. They are SUPER rough with each other (and other kids) but it takes a lot to make them cry. Unless they're tired, then everything makes them cry. Just yesterday, Grey was patting/smacking me on the face. He accidently smacked me a little harder than he meant, and instantly looked worried and started rubbing and kissing my head. It was so sweet! He was like, "Oops, Sorry Mom!"
It's very pathetic.
Often times, they'll ask to be put in their beds and then they won't sleep but will sit in there and play. But, if they're happy being locked in their room... I'm not going to complain. It gives me a chance to make dinner. They only want to take one nap a day, but they still want to drink two bottles and they want them in the comfort of their cribs. So we've started "quiet time," where I lay them in their beds at four and make dinner. When I'm done getting dinner ready, they can come out again. It works perfectly! I don't even feel bad locking them in their room, because they have each other.
Yes, you read that right. Their dancing is hilarious. Sometimes they're bobbing, shaking, and spinning, and sometimes they're throwing their arms out and swaying, rolling on the floor, running, stopping abruptly, and then running again. Their breakdancing consists of sitting or laying on the floor and scooting in a circle, trying to kick their legs while doing "headstands" and pounding the ground while also dancing.
NO! Having two little maniac boys is not a nightmare, it's just FUN. They are so curious, silly, and fearless that we have an adventure every day.
And, for good measure, look at this cute picture of me and my two little mans: