Here I sit again, looking at the date of my last entry and wondering what I do with all my time. Aren't I an efficient enough mother to take care of my children and keep up on the blog of them growing up? HA HA HA. No, I'm not. Therefore, if you are one of the few disappointed followers of this little blog, I'm sorry. There probably will never be regular entries. (Though I do hope sometime soon to fill out the boys' baby book...or at least start it.) :)

That being said, here is the latest. Both boys are talking all the time now, and turning in to very big helpers (whether I ask for the help or not). They are becoming very independent and can do more and more things on their own. They still keep me very busy, and both take turns with some pretty great tantrums, but we're surviving day to day, and sometimes that's all you can do. The boys are almost always dirty now (which is something I haven't quite gotten used to), and their favorite game is still chasing mommy, being chased by mommy (while I try to catch them for a diaper change or to get clothes on) or being chased by each other. They love horsey rides as well on anyone's back whose willing to gallop around the living room on their hands and knees. If you make the mistake of sitting for too long, one or the other will inevitably try to climb up and yell "ee-yah, ee-yah!" (What's really funny is when whichever boy who is not up on the "horsey" crawls under the horsey's legs on his hands and knees and trys to keep pace just underneath the horsey's head. The boys crack up hysterically when they do that, though it makes "galloping" a little difficult.)

Carter is telling me all about his world; about the things he and his brother do, and about what he wants (and wants me to do). He will stand in his crib holding a book out yelling "mommy put book away!!" or "mommy put banket on me!" His speech and pronunciation are not perfect, and sometimes he needs a translator (me), but it amazes me already some of the things that come out of my baby's mouth. He tattles on his brother sometimes, which I hate to admit, but is hilarious most of the time. If I chastise Logan for something and say, "this is your last warning; if you do this again you're going to get a time out," Carter will say, "Bubba need Ime ouww." (He puts emphasis on the "www" and makes an "o" with his little mouth - also hilarious.) A few times after Carter has said this, Logan will hang his head and silently walk over to sit in time out! (I hardly ever leave him there!)

Carter also really likes to read and/or look at books. He will sit and turn the pages, one by one, until he's finished a book, and then quietly sit and "read" it again. 

Logan is doing everything he can to assert his independence. He wants to put his shoes on himself (which he's getting pretty good at), walk up and down the stairs himself (and he does walk, even on his little short legs), and climb up in to his car seat himself. He likes very much to play with his ball sets, including golf, baseball and basketball (all of which he got for his birthday), and if a new person comes to the house he pretends he's shy for a minute and then runs to get a ball so he can show them how well he throws it. He grunts sometimes when he's trying to throw the ball, and it is absolutely adorable to see the effort he puts in to it.

If he wants to play with me, he now comes in to the kitchen, takes hold of my hand and literally walks me into the other room, then points to a space on the floor by his toys and says "it down." He can open the refrigerator very easily, and any door he'd like to (except the ones we've put locks on), and has gotten very good at reaching up to turn the light switches on and off.

And a quick story to wrap things up...

Last Friday, (the 3rd) I went up in to the boys' room to lay them down again, since they were supposed to be taking a nap but were playing and laughing like hooligans instead. When I walked in, my heart stopped for a minutes, because both boys were out of their cribs running around. I recovered quickly from my heart attack, tried not to laugh from hysteria, and laid them down, back in their cribs with a stern talking to. They went to sleep shorty after that (which was more than an hour after I laid them down originally), so they didn't do it again that day. The next day, after Evan (who doesn't work weekends) and I had laid them down and were sitting and listening to them laugh and yell in their room, we heard a door slam shut upstairs. We looked at each other with the "Oh Sh**!" look and both bolted upstairs. Evan got there first, and gave Logan, who had climbed out of his crib, opened the door and then shut it again, a firm verbal reprimand and his mean daddy look. They haven't climbed out since.

Man I cant believe how fast this kid raising thing goes! The boys are going to be 2 this next weekend and it seems like yesterday I was pregnant!! Crazy...Well, aside from growing up at the speed of light, the boys are actually getting cuter everyday. They are so funny, each in their own way, and most of the time I have a hard time not laughing at the things they do. They are both really in to music and dancing right now, and will play a little song on one of their toys (seems like every one has a little tune) and will dance around in circles to it. When it stops, they stop, and then one of them will press it again while the other waits.

I know it's been a long time since I've posted pictures, so here are a few from the past few months (from my phone mostly - sorry for the quality!) to show what they've been up to.

Logan.

 Logan loves hats, and will insist we all wear them when leaving the house. It works out kind of good, though, since the Arizona sun has started to beat down on us again, and the hats offer needed protection for the boys' little white heads. Sometimes his hats fit the situation, sometimes they don't. He doesn't seem to care.

He was also really in to the little potato heads for a little while, but I think he's getting over that a bit. He no longer asks for them to sleep with.

Carter.

 Carter has really started talking this past month. He is saying full sentences now, and is getting very good at handing out directions. "Mommy, pick it up" was his first full one, but now there's also, "put it back," "wipe it up" and lots of others. He tries to say almost anything he hears (which is how Evan gets him to say "Gangsta Roll" as daddy rolls him on to the changing table at night), and it's still a little surprising some of the things he can get his little tongue around. He is very helpful, and loves to get the broom out anytime anything spills. It's a little frustrating at times, since he is not quite aware of the items he knocks off the counter with the long handle.