Happy Birthday to my boys!

I've been taking a break from the internet in general, but I'm back ... again. And yet again, we have another pictureless post! We're still having technical difficulties with our memory card that has all of Colt's birthday pictures on it. Evan's one birthday picture is on our other memory card now resting comfortably in his friend's car ... in California. Long story.

So I'm wishing the boys in my life a belated happy birthday and will post pictures (at least of Colt) soon. We celebrated Colton's 2nd on December 28th and even though it's cliche, I can't believe he's two! I'm slowly coming to the realization that he's actually not my baby boy anymore - he's huge. Hence, why I'm doing this again so I have a little boy who actually wants to cuddle with me (or has to really since he can't lift his head).

Happy 28th to my man. He's so low maintenance with stuff like this, it's easy for me to get away with murder. But since it was a Saturday I wanted to do something special. I'd asked him what he really wanted and he said to go skiing with me. Lucky for me, I'm pregnant - I'm thinking of getting pregnant every winter just so I don't have to go ski with the man. But that would mean a LOT of kids so ... instead I took him "Indoor Skydiving." The man's already been bungee jumping, "outdoor" skydiving and everything else life threatening, but I wanted him to have some fun. It seems he did and I think I scored some serious points. Evan's the best kind of guy - really. I'm so lucky to have him and I'm hoping he knows this. If "indoor skydiving" didn't show him that, I'm hoping my fajita dinner did. Unfortunately for me, he loves to eat my meals as opposed to going out to eat. But for him and only him, it's worth it to me.

And a quick side note. For those who remember the great "Girl Scout cookie hunt" of 2007, we had a most welcome visitor come to our door on Saturday. I think I scared the little 8 year old girl scout when I opened the door and shouted excitedly, "You came!" I also think it was the easiest sell of her life. I bought 5 boxes and debated telling Evan - more for the fact of having to share them as opposed to the whole budget thing. I didn't think 5 boxes was that many (have you tasted the samoas?) but Evan's face seemed to say differently. Thank goodness I had the serious points left over from his birthday.