a little Bitty, a little Bubby...

Last night we had dinner with Haitham and Adam in Sealy.  On the way home, both kids fell asleep and James and I talked about a little of everything.  We were remembering Kayci's second year (starting with her first birthday), when we traveled so much.  It's so weird to think that she wasn't much older than Noble is now...we had taught her, before her birthday, to hold hold up one finger and say "one" when someone asked her how old she was.  (Bubby?  Um, no.)  Well, in August she decided "two" was more fun to say.  I forget which airport we were in, but the lady at the ticket counter remarked on how big Kayci was, and asked how old she was.  The little goofball said, "two!" and the lady believed her, thinking we were lying about her age so we wouldn't have to buy a ticket.  She would NOT let us on the plane without proof of Kayci's age--luckily, Mom had Kayci's shot record at KinderCare and was able to fax it to the airline.  It was a little crazy, and even funnier now when I look at this toddler and try to imagine him in the same situation.  :)

And speaking of the Bubby, who as we speak is removing the refrigerator magnets he missed yesterday, he slept through the night last night.  Yup--from about 8 to 5:30.  Oh, dare we hope...