Fine! I will update.....

Anthony has been so kind to try to maintain our family blog, but I must say, he has left out a lot of stuff. I will do my best to try to remember all that he has left out. I still love you! :P

Sam is still up to being a crazy little handful. He is all boy! I never thought there was that much of a difference, but I am here to tell you, BOYS ARE CRAZY!!!!

Sam likes chocolate pudding!

Sam also likes to put this bucket on his head.

Sam has been obsessed with the Little People grandma doll and the little blue car. He does not let anyone play with her. He will get upset and say, "Where's my grandma?!?!?"

This is how you know Sam is happy. He has his grandma in her car and a bucket on his head. Most may ask at this point if we have had him evaluated yet for mental delays. We are pretty sure he is normal though.

He has not yet resorted to turning footsie jammies into a kangaroo pouch with stuffed lambs. Wait! Maybe we should have all of our children evaluated.

Something that makes both of my boys happy, monster trucks!

Zoe has informed us that she is going to buy a monster truck when she is a doctor.

I did not allow for many pregnancy pictures because of my braces. I felt way too unattractive. Here is one that Anthony snapped without me knowing.

Here is one that my mom took when she was "testing" my camera. This was taken two weeks before I had Molly.

We never posted anything for Sam's second birthday either. Sometimes I feel like such a bad parent. Facebook has ruined blogging for me. Anyway, I will give you all the update on our little maniac and his second birthday.

This was his two-year-old picture. Awww! He is so darn handsome.

There needs to be a blog specifically for sad birthday pictures.

Sam was sad because I would not let him eat his "puppy" cake yet. It is really a monkey, but he insisted that it was a puppy. I guess my cake decorating skills are not as spectacular as I had hoped.

High five!

We had to re-light the candles a couple of times so that he could blow them out again. We eventually just lite a scented candle in the kitchen so he could watch it burn. Now every time he sees a candle he yells, "FIRE!" in excitement. At least we will alway know when he officially became a pyromaniac.

Sam was very thorough with all of his gifts. He took everything out of the bags, including the bottoms.

Sam's favorite present was his dinosaur. Nana bought it for him. This is the most incredible dinosaur toy ever. It blinks, eats, chews, burps, sniffs, laughs, snores and so much more.

Zoe loves having her picture taken as you all already know. Here are some of her early photo shoot pictures (When Anthony was first learning photography).

We attended a family reunion for Anthony's side of the family in August. Here are some fun photos from that.

Sam loves puppies.

Anthony was right about me and photos. I am actually smiling for the camera now. I have a retainer in this picture, but it is still tons better than braces.

Zoe looks forward to making necklaces at the family reunion every year.

Anthony's Mom and Grandma Meservy.

Here is a perfect example of those male and female differences. Zoe is holding the fishing pole and doing everything properly, and Sam is laying in the fishing pond.

Boys also seem to always know how to find a puddle.

Sam has also shown us another thing that boys do recently. Sam was running and fell and hit his chin on the treadmill and split it open. When I was explaining this to Anthony he asked me, "What was Sam doing on the treadmill?" My explanation seems to arouse this question in many individual's minds. He was not ON the treadmill, he just happened to fall into it.

Sam had to get six stitches in his chin. He managed to pull one out the first night. He kept messing with it, so Anthony duct taped the bandage to his face to keep the other five stitches in.

He had them removed on a Wednesday and smacked it open on Friday. The doctors said that they could not re-stitch it due to the increased risk of infection. Sam now has his first official chick magnet, a scar.