Such a bad mama

I cannot believe it has been six months since I have last written on here. It's official. I am a bad mama. My boys are now one and three years old....as of last month. We celebrated with an old fashioned carnival. We had pony rides, a petting zoo, homemade games, prizes, a balloon twister, popcorn, pretzels, and the cutest cupcakes EVER. Everyone said so. Well, one person did, so that pretty much counts as everyone.

Wyatt has been crawling since August 8th and he is now able to steal every toy his brother has, wants, is thinking about playing with, just got done playing with, might once upon a time play with again....and it doesn't go over well. Just this morning, Wyatt was sitting on the kitchen floor eating HIS bowl of O's. Carter tackled Wyatt by the shoulders and threw him on the ground all the while yelling those are MY O's. Ahh, brotherly love.

Rob and I are always in awe at how smart Carter is. He's a bright kiddo, even those not related to him will tell you so. We're a little worried about Wyatt. At this point he says "mama" and roars like a bear on command. And he signs "dog" when he sees a dog and when he sees me and when he sees grandma. We also just realized that we never talk about his body parts. He doesn't even know he has a nose yet because we haven't pointed that out to him. We were really talking a lot about it this morning, you know, trying to play catch up. Rob thought he just about had the whole "point to your nose" thing down....but then I let him fall off the bed and we haven't seen progress since. Rob thinks the fall knocked all of the sense out of him.

Maybe I ought to go to bed early tonight so that I can have energy for our all day body part cram session tomorrow. The kid's got to know where his nose is by next week at least.