Seems to me that this picture really just sums up my post. But I guess I gotta think up some words for you anyway, since that's the hardest part for me, and I need to suffer a little bit tonight.
Today we were at the pool with friends, and Max got into a friendly scrap about and on top of an inner tube. He ended up being totally head butted by his 14 yr old friend. Luckily his head didn't hit Nick's mouth, since we have braces on Nick right now. It wouldn't have been good for the teeth or for the forehead which met them.
Anyway, Nick's mom and I were both pretty concerned when we saw the collision and the both of us were over there trying to make sure our boys were ok. Both of them were decidedly ok, and Max even got pretty annoyed with me for being worried. So funny. Then when we got home that was how his head looked.
But he's a boy, so he was fine I guess. A funny mixture of tough and silly and sensitive.
Boys sometimes eat like crazy and sometimes wouldn't eat their dinner if you attached it to their face with a feed bag. Here are my boys at my parent's house, not eating lunch or dinner or some sort of meal. Just flopping around. Boys.
This picture was supposed to show you how crazy my life is. I had Max reading My Father's Dragon to me as part of his homeschool curriculum (for the part where he's home instead of at his little school.) I realized a couple of minutes into it that he was essentially upside down and backwards on the couch and kicking/poking/kneading me with his feet.
OY.
Here are my boys after a trip to target. I bought them each shiny pinwheel, and they were delighted. They held them into the wind and watched them spin with delight. Then, as we drove home they began to swordfight with them. Both of them were whacking each other with those things and laughing insanely. I have to say that if there were two little girls back there I just don't think that they would've been whacking each other with the gorgeous sparkly spinny pinwheels. Right? Anyway, it's just funny. I realize sometimes that I live in a house full of boys, and it's a bit strange. Sometimes it's totally normal, and then other times it's bizarre. Sometimes I understand them all and other times I'm at a loss. I love them. That's really what it comes down to, bruises and all.
2 comments:
I remember when Cam was old enough to motate himself around. I was puzzled by the fact that his legs were always bruised and abrased - because your legs never looked like that. You waltzed around in a half ballet most of the time while he was climbing and running on rocks and falling down all over the place. You do know that way less boys survive to be adults than girls, right? It somewhere in that difference that we lose understanding of each other. I do wish you had one little girl, because you deserve it. But I'll take the boys - crazy as they are.
You're doing a great job with your hareem of boys
Keep it up
See you soon.
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