We Think We're SOOOO Cute

The boys are finally figuring out that the camera takes their picture. Jack especially will smile at you if tell him to "say cheese" or if he sees the camera. James is more photogenic in my opinion, but Jack loves the camera. So instead of actually writing something, I am including a bunch of cute pics from the last couple weeks.

The orange sweatshirts are from one morning last week before we left for daycare, so they were all taken at about 6:45am and the boys were SUPER happy for some reason.


The pajama pics are from last Saturday morning while they were playing so nice with each other. In the last one they are trying to give each other kisses.



These last ones are from after church on Sunday. They were playing around the house while they had a snack of goldfish and teddy grahams.


And I promise you Halloween pics after the weekend :)

Hey, Y'all....we're Bulldog Fans!!

So this post is all for my Aunt Julie. When the boys were born, she and Joanna were kind enough to bring us a couple Georgia Bulldog shirts for the boys. Now that they can finally wear them (they;re still a little big, but we don't care) I had to take some pictures for you to see.


I think this is Jack's way of saying he hasn't talked to you in awhile. You know, like all of a week at the most. Maybe if he would actually talk on the phone instead of just listening you'd call more often right??

This is James with a bucket on his head. I'm hoping that this weekend for Halloween he will leave the candy in the bucket and not try to put it on his head.
They did have an incident of fighting over the bucket though....


And this is what happens when Jack is trying to take something that James really wants.


And for those of you who are curious, this is a bucket for crack spackle....it came with an extra long t-shirt in it for Matt last Christmas (which, by the way, has been GREAT Aunt Marilyn..thank you!) and the bucket is too funny when you read it. Probably not child appropriate, but really funny.


After fighting over the bucket, they did end up playing very nicely together with the truck.



At least the cars kept them entertained until bedtime without any more screaming.

The Little Daredevils

I swear that some days I think the boys are really trying to give me a heart attack. They seem to have almost no fear, especially Jack, when it comes to climbing. We recently got a few new pieces of furniture in the house and have had to rearrange some things. One of the new items we got is an old trunk that is sitting at the end of our new loveseat. The boys have realized that this creates an easy way to climb onto the couch.



James is a little more cautious, but Jack launches himself right over the armrest and lands right on his head. This looks more than a little uncomfortable and has caused him to land on the floor more than once.



They have also decided that climbing on their stools can help them reach things they should not. Jack spent a lot of time this weekend being told "NO" since he kept climbing on the stool and trying to pull things off of the shelf in the living room.




The one good thing about the stools is that they have started using them as a place to set their cups when they are done taking a drink. Without a lot of prompting from Matt or I they have figured out that they should set them down nicely on their stools when they are done. At least we're making progress somewhere.

My Little Helpers

In case you didn't know, I have family all over the country. That's what happens when your parents come from big families. My mom comes from a family of 7 kids, so my Grandma spends a lot of time traveling to various destinations to spend time with her kids and grandkids. She stopped by our house for dinner last week and dropped off a suitcase for me. I'm filling it with clothes that I no longer wear so Grandma can take them with her to Georgia this week. Even with what the airlines charge, it's cheaper to check a second suitcase than to ship a big box full of clothes and I know they will have a nice new home in the south.
The suitcase has been sitting next to my front door for a few days and the boys didn't really bother it too much. Sure they liked to chew on the zipper pulls a bit, but nothing too destructive which is a big step in the right direction if you ask me. Since Matt needed to sleep for awhile yesterday afternoon (that's what happens when you've been up for 24 hours) I thought it would be a good time to fill the suitcase. I carried all the clothes downstairs to the living room and moved the suitcase to the middle of the floor. It was at this point that the boys decided it would make a really nice seat while watching inappropriate adult tv shows with mom (as in 8 Simple Rules with John Ritter which is HILARIOUS.....but not really a kid show).


At this point nothing was even in the suitcase yet, so when they sat on it, it got a little crushed. Together they weigh a total of 43 pounds and I don't think this suitcase was made to hold that kind of weight on the outside while the inside is still empty. At least they didn't break it.


Once the top was open, it was like this was the best toy ever to play with. They were in and out and in and out. It was very entertaining to watch them play and get so excited about it, but it wasn't very good for actually getting something done.





At least they were super cute while they were "helping" mommy pack the suitcase. I think Jack was trying to tell me it's time for a vacation. As for James, as long as he has his bear, he's ready to go.

Sickness

Being sick is horrible. Having 2 sick babies is even worse and add a sick husband on top of it all and you've got quite the rosy situation.

The boys each woke up on Saturday with a runny nose. We've all been fighting a cough for weeks now, but this was the first sign of congestion. By Sunday everyone was cranky and the boys were tired fo someone wiping their nose all the time. Matt was feeling worse and so was I. On Monday I woke up feeling less achy and tired, but more congested. Today it feels like I have cotton balls in my ears and can't hear a dang thing.

If you have any tips on how to get this horrible stuff to go away, let me know.

And the boys have their 15 month doctor visit on Friday (just a few weeks late) so I'll have new stats and whatnot after that.

Blocks

So one of my favorite toys as a kid were my blocks. I could play with them for hours. We have been lucky that the boy have gotten quite a few blocks as gifts. I'm not sure at what point I decided that throwing blocks was okay, but as long as they weren't killing each other, we'll roll with it. Here is a link to the video on YouTube....since for whatever reason it won't let me load it today.



And another couple of cute pics before the weekend

Oh The Places You'll Go.....

The boys have found a new obsession in life. There is no other way to describe it. They are OBSESSED with their Tigger ride on toy. The songs it sings and Tigger's annoying laugh are forever burned into my brain. Thank God the batteries are dying and the obsession in starting to break. I bought the silly thing for a total of $10 at a mom to mom sale and it is became their favorite thing to play with. Sometimes I think if I just gave them a few boxes, a beach ball and a wooden spoon they would be as happy as can be.

On Saturday morning the boys and I came downstairs after they slept in all the way til 7:30am!!! They had breakfast in their highchairs (don't ask me what cause I no longer remember) and then I let them down to play. They were happy with their balls until Daddy came home from work and brought the offending toy into the house. It had been sitting in the garage since their birthday back in June, but Matt thought Saturday was the perfect day to bring it in. They had been fighting over the other riding toy on Friday and we thought having them both inside would be a solution. No, the lion doesn't even seem to exist anymore. They only want Tigger and his annoying music.

James must have thought that wearing the bucket on his head made it safer, I'm not so sure I agree. Jack was happy as long as he could keep his brother moving, as soon as he met resistance (like the couch or the safety gate) he would go to the other side and continue pushing James around. For some reason James was always riding and Jack was always pushing. When James would get on, he would call for his brother and Jack would come right over to push him. They seemed really happy with this arrangement and were very irritated when Matt tried to get them to switch spots.



After awhile James gained a passenger. He loves his stuffed animals and apparently this bear needed a ride. At some point in the morning they did get dressed and then continued to play with Tigger.


Only instead of his typical blue bucket, he had upgraded to the fireman hat we got at a garage sale. He even let Jack wear it for awhile.



By later in the afternoon James was starting to get tired, but refused to get off of the Tigger plane.


They tired themselves out so much playing with it on Saturday, that by Sunday morning they slept 2 1/2 hours longer than they normally do! Hopefully by this weekend the batteries will be completely dead so that we don't end up with piercing headaches while we enjoy our extra hour of sleep time.