A note

So its Monday morning. 7:54 am.  Drinking my coffee and checking in with the world through Facebook and Blogger (ha ha, is it the real world?).  Anyway, I've been wishing that I had some insightful thing to write about on here, some cool pictures to post, something..anything cool.  Well, this morning I just felt like writing so it may be random. 

Weston took his first step last night, I missed it :( but heard everyone yell from the other room.

He can also reach the door handles on the doors and can pull them down, fortunately he cant pull them open yet.  He looks really cute standing on his tiptoes and shaking the handle.  He loves to be in the garage or in the bathtub and throws a big fit when I remove him from either.  Oh yeah he loves to eat sand at the beach.  Most kids try it once and then spit it out but he actually takes a little chubby fistful and shoves it in his mouth and then swallows it.  Can I tell you about the diapers he has after that? I won't go there. 

Caleb Caleb.   I keep calling him Weston then Jack and then lastly Caleb.  I don't know why I keep doing that.  Especially since he is the one that I have to call to the most.  He is the wanderer in the family, the escape artist.  The one I have dreams about him getting lost.  But he is so sweet too.  He tells me he is going to keep me forever and calls me his sweetie of course that could be followed by "you have bad breath mom".  He is sometimes brutally honest. 

Jack is going to be playing baseball this year.  He has try outs next Saturday.  He is really excited about it.  

I am thinking about buying a fiddle and learning to play.  I've wanted to for a long time so I figured I should just try it, I don't want another year to go by with me just thinking about all the things I want to do and not doing them.

Ok, so now I have to go attend to children...It sounds like Weston is emptying the kitchen drawers again!