the queen of terror and prince of fatness

since my parent's house is a bit bigger than ours, there is that much more stuff for claire to get into. constantly. gotta love the dumping of spices, furniture climbing, cereal dumping, toy box dumping, toys over the railings, etc. the best was when she moved the chair blocking the exit from the deck, went past it and moved it back, and ran all the way over to the neighbors backyard before we noticed she was gone. little escape artist that one.

we went to the zoo earlier this week. claire's faves? the "elll-fant" and the goat yard. yes we came home with a stuffed elephant, and we managed to not kill the goats in the goat yard with rocks. seriously the girl is obsessed with rocks, and kept trying to feed them to the goats. they were more interested in caleb's blanket.

while his sister is going nuts around the house, caleb eats, and eats. still deciding on his nickname- it goes between bubba, bubbalicious, budha, those kinds of things. at least he gets plenty of sleep in. he is just so squishy. i particularly love the stuff in his armpits. there's so much of it in his pits. and i love that he flails his arms and smiles his gummy smile when he sees us now. he is so funny now because he is trying so hard to suck his thumb, but he can't get it to stick out on his own. poor little guy.

love these silly kiddos. as nuts as they are, i love them that much more.