3 and 9

I'm a little late in posting this one... better late than never I suppose!!

Cade turned 3 in May, here's a few of his 3-year-old stats and facts:

Height: 37.5 inches (50th percentile)

Weight: 36 lbs 8 oz (90th percentile)

Favorite food: Cookies

Favorite person: Coleman

Favorite phrases: "That's mine!" and "No, me try mommy!" (we're going through an independent phase!)

Favorite toy: any and all of his one million matchbox cars

Favorite activity: Riding the bus to preschool

Coleman turned 9 months in May, here's some of his stats and facts:

Height: 28.5 inches (45th percentile)

Weight: 21 lbs 4 oz (75th percentile)
Coleman started crawling at 9 1/2 months. He is a champ at sleeping through the night. He has started pulling up on furniture, and now (at 10 months) is just starting to try to cruise. He's doing better at keeping his hearing aids in, as long as I keep his hat on and tied *quite* tight! He's vocalizing more and very attentive. He's still a happy-go-lucky baby. He seems to understand a few signs (more and all done), and has mimicked my signs a few times, but isn't consistent with them yet. He likes to listen to me sing, play games, read books, and watch Cade.

These two are sweet boys that keep me ON. MY. TOES. Our house is always a party. A loud, crazy, messy party but still a party!

The Perks of Being a 3 Year Old

Being 3 is *tough*. You have an oppinion about everything, but mom's oppinion always seems to matter more. You have enough energy to run to China and back, but you have to keep it contained to the backyard. You could wrestle a bear... and probably win... but you get in trouble everytime you try to practice on your baby brother. Yes, my friends, it is not easy to be three. Even though being three usually means 5000 trips to time out each day, there are a few upsides.

For instance...

School is still cool. Very cool. You can be juming-up-and-down excited about going, and never get made fun of.

All of your teachers love you when you're three.

You get to hold hands with your bus driver, and you're the coolest kid on the block when it pulls up in front of your house.

You get a Toy Story backpack..... *with wheels*.

You're finally strong enough to squeeze the hose thing.

And most importantly... you can drive the car cart at Lowes.

Maybe three isn't as bad as people make it out to be afterall.

Let's Race

I ran in a 10K a week ago. Russ and the kids were waiting for me about 50' in front of the finish line. When Cade saw me running, he ran out to hug me. He held my hand and we ran the last little bit of the race together. He was so excited!! The race photographer took this picture. My facial expression is a little crazy, but Cade's is priceless. I think it's hilarious that both of his feet are off of the ground too. When we finished the race, Cade said, "moe wace, mommy? moe wace?" Love that kid.