Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter

Cade really liked coloring the eggs this year...



The world's most beautiful Easter eggs...


Easter morning...





Our best attempt at Easter pictures...








Yummy Easter dinner...






Egg hunt!









Coleman 8 Months





Coleman has grown so much this month. He has started to say "dada" in his babbling, which is a huge for us since he has hearing loss. He is sooo close to crawling. He's eating anything and everything. He also got his two bottom teeth this month.

"Me Bob"

Cade is all about Bob the Builder these days. He runs around the house with his hard hat and tools and says "me Bob, mommy." A week or so ago, he closed the dishwasher and it didn't click when it closed. He said "Uh oh! Me fix. Need tools." He ran to his room and got his trusty hard hat and saw. He came back and sawed the dishwasher for awhile and then said, "All done!" He put his hat and saw on the counter and went about his business.

Cade thinks that his dad is pretty cool. Whenever Russ is doing something, Cade has to be a part of it. Russ changed my brake pads yesterday, and Cade was in second heaven sitting next to him and watching...
Before church yesterday, I told Cade to stand by the car while I got Coleman in his carseat. 10 seconds later, I heard, "help mom! help!" Cade had gotten into Russell's tool bench, got a wrench, crawled under the car and started to "fix" it.



Sunday, April 17, 2011

Game On


Cade had his first t-ball practice yesterday. He did GREAT at everything... except recognizing or following any of the rules of the game :) Russell's first love was baseball, so he is obviously thrilled that Cade is finally old enough to play (well, he's really not... but Russ talked to the commissioner and got an exception). Russ is coaching, and everyone on the team is from our neighborhood, so I'm sure we'll have lots of fun.


Coleman provided great support from the duggout...


Cade insisted on pulling the hemet down over his eyes, and peeking out through the little hole on the brim of the helmet. Anytime someone tried to help him fix it, he would scream, "No! Me do it!"... and then he would pull it back down over his eyes. He hit the ball, ran the bases, and played the outfield like this. Good thing they don't keep score at this age.