Dylan is becoming a big kid, telling me he knows times (multiplication, although I think he only knows one or two), why one lady bug was on top of another lady bug (I can't use those words Mom, except another word for it is mating hee hee), and he even made his own top ramen the other day.
Lincoln is turning into a little boy with no more pacifier, able to hit a ball with a bat if you throw it and even count to five. He is fearless. The other day he was jumping on the bed in the spare bedroom, jumped with his face into the wall and kept jumping. It was only until Dylan announced that there was blood on the white comforter did Lincoln even notice he had given himself a bloody nose. You gotta be tough to be a Sadler boy.
|He didn't even cry!|
|His little blondie locks.|
|Trying to keep Dylan calm.|
Luckily my boys do love each other and are sure darn cute.