Can you fit a golf ball in your mouth?!?

Well, the great news is my 14 month old can!  Ladies and gentlemen, we have found his talent. 

 That little stinker kept running away from me so I couldn't take it away...

and like a good Mommy, I ran for my camera and then let Daddy be the bad guy! 

 Such a disgusting proud moment...

Then he started eating dirt.

I prefer the golf balls now that I think about it.  

G has taken quite an interest in golf. 

Too bad our backyard isn't any bigger...

I have a feeling we might lose a few balls! 

 A mini-lesson from Dad!

 After we finally got the golf balls away from Cole and kept him from eating dirt, he decided to start playing with the dog water bowl.  Nothing is easy and simple at this age my friends...  When he finally started to drink out of the dog water bowls I made him his own bowl to drink out of.  Take a guess at how long this lasted?!?

 7 seconds later and the bowl got dumped. 

Back to dirt and golf balls.  

I'm okay with it...

Side note - remember our tomatoes...?  

Looks like we've got some picking to do! 

 I thought it would be so cute to get a picture of the kids eating popsicles in the backyard on a lovely evening.  You know, like all the adorable pictures of kids perfectly posed in matching red, white and blue rompers, smiling from ear to ear and loving each other.  

Yeah, here's my "perfect" picture... 

 and another...

 "Please Cole, come sit on Grady's lap for one picture..."

 Awesome, never-mind. 

 See ya!

BTW - I think I will love these pictures more than any perfect ones 20 years from now.

AND...

I know that I love my babies even when they're stinkers, half naked, drinking dog water, eating dirt and sticky with popsicle juice running down their chest and onto their too full and saggy diapers...

I LOVE my BOYS!