Brad came home for lunch today, so he and Cole got to eat together on the back porch. Reid and Luke weren't home from VBS yet. Of course, when I say Cole "ate" lunch, I mean he took 3 bites of an apple slice and moved the rest of the food around on his plate, and maybe took a good bite, chewed for 5 minutes, and then spit it back out onto his plate. That kid can put away a lumberjack breakfast (2 eggs, 2 waffles, a yogurt smoothie and whatever is left on our plates), but after that, he eats like a field mouse for the rest of the day.
So when Brad returned to work, I brought Cole inside and tried again with his turkey. I was feeding Gray in the highchair, so I wasn't really paying attention, but was so pleased when I looked over and all the turkey was gone. Checked the floor, no turkey. Checked his lap, no turkey. Could it be? Alas, 10 minutes later we had the conversation about "no turkey in our pockets, OK?" To which his reply was "No No Mama", and thus began a wrestling match between me, Cole and his pockets full of turkey. Wow.
And the way he says "No" is so, um, passionate. Not just like a normal 2 year old. More like a 2 year old KGB agent. I fully expect him to start hollering "Nyet Nyet", the way he puts the tilde over his "N"s. Anyway, such is lunch time with Coleybear Hardin.

And I renamed the crabs. I think one was already "Crabby", (the boy, the one with the freakishly large claw), and the girl is now "Patty". Not after my mother. But after my mood while changing the crab water every night at 11:30. Because I've been quite the crabby patty about the whole crab situation. And, obviously, they're named after the much coveted cartoon I refuse to let my children watch. Anyway, Crabby and Patty are starting to grow on me. Patty went to town on those shrimp pellets last night, and I found myself relieved that they had both survived the molting process and were eating again. Apparently, molting can be quite an ordeal and some crabs die from exhaustion after the whole thing is said and done. I totally relate.

OK - taking a break from blogging next week- going to the lake house tomorrow after Brad gets home, my dad is meeting us up there for lunch on Saturday, then we have my 20th high school reunion "family picnic" on Sunday in SA. I'm ditching the pre-party on Friday and the actual reunion on Saturday (it's $110 for one person!!??!!), but I'm supposed to meet my newly betrothed friend Sharon at the picnic. One of those "if you go, I'll go" deals. Then on Monday I'm taking the boys to Houston for a visit with Kristina and her kids. We'll see my grandfather while were in town as well, then home on Thursday. I'll post pictures of both trips next Friday. I'm not sure why I'm reporting all these details, as I have no actual proof that anyone reads this blog. Oh well.