What started out as Colby's blog for his deployed daddy has turned into the diary of two little muppets. Sawyer has blessed us with his red hair and squeaking (Beaker anyone?) and Colby is still my little Cookie Monster. And this is for everyone who is far, far away and wants to see these babies every day.
Well, it's official. He can feed himself like a big boy. We discovered this morning at breakfast that he can feed himself with his fork. I still have to stab the food, of course, but he has no trouble whatsoever navigating it to his mouth. So now he's the happiest little lunch eater in the world. And he's come up with lots of new ways to get ravioli in his ear.
Revel in his happiness:
This may be where the ear ravioli came from.
Despite his left-handed shenanigans with the fork, he's a righty when it comes to shoveling the food in.
These are some of the best (non-professional) pictures I think we've gotten of him. And I hate to admit that Daddy took them. But I love them so much I will find a place on my wall to hang them up. Somewhere.
How sweet is this? Look at that curlicue! Note to Daddy: We are not getting this hair cut any time soon!
He's just the happiest baby in the whole world.
And later in the day we headed to Grandma and Grandpa's to celebrate Grandpa & Uncle Josh's birthdays.
He and Uncle Steve coordinated outfits.
I have no idea who that weirdo is. And I'm not talking about Auntie Beth.
Colby has more hair than Uncle Josh now.
Of course, Colby has more hair than Grandpa, too.
Fatty McFatterson and his chins are waiting on birthday cake.
Colby, why do you look freaked out?
Oh, because there's a zombie after you. Understandable.