I am officially having bloggers’ block. No, I am not going to call myself a writer because I don’t consider myself one. I can’t think of anything to talk about because my day has been semi-uneventful. That could all change at a moment’s notice, but for now, I am drawing a blank.
In honor of having blockage, I’m just going to start typing. Forgive me (or not) if it makes no sense, does not inspire the growth of followers, or is just plain ridiculous. Here I go. See me?…
I wake up to a sound I’ve never heard before. It’s coming from the boys’ room so I know they’re up, which means I’m up. Now I hate this sound, though I know not what it is, because it means I have to drag my carcass out of the bed.
AWESOME (that was for you Kris)
I sneak quietly up to their door. From the other side I hear giggling and general goofiness. I oh so slowly nudge the door open so as not to alert them to my presence. When I look through the crack in the door I can’t spot them because there is a twin-size matress blocking my view. See below-
Upon entering the room I found them. Of course they had spotted me at this point and went running for parts unknown but what remained in their wake was this:
I can’t be even remotely upset. This kind of thing indicates to me that they are growing properly. They are boys. Destruction is their game. If the destruction remains in their designated space, to be honest I couldn’t care less. They need an outlet. They need the opportunity to be creative and imaginative. When they didn’t know I was listening they were pretending to be airplanes and puppies and obviously the mattresses were their fort. In all actuality, seeing this kind of thing makes me feel like it’s possible that I am doing something right. Yeah, they’re being obnoxious and making my life harder, but isn’t that what I signed up for? At least they’re not doing something dangerous…
Just now as I sat here on my patio and wrote this, Tim, from across the yard, says to me “Roxane, I think this might be video worthy. Come look at this shit.” I walk around the corner with my iPhone at the ready, see what he’s talking about, and hit the little red button. So much for my previous statement. Uneventful my ass.
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Your boys are fabulous! I love them! All filled will adventure and imagination and wildness. They are wonderful! You are doing such a good job . . . that’s how boys are supposed to be.
And you are how moms are supposed to be.
You are awesome!
Wow. That, I truly believe, is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I’m not sure it’s pretty all true, but thank you.
Yes, those two are fabulous to say the least. I have never loved anything more than my kids. They sure do keep me on my toes though!
See ya tomorrow! (or today, WTF ever)
Aren’t boys wonderful! I hope mine isn’t up on my shed roof in four years, but I do love when he’s dirty and goofy and naughty, even if I have to scold him.
And isn’t it great that they’re friends? I mean, really? Even if being friends sends them onto a shed roof together? and the moment when one is climbing down on his brother’s head? Brilliant!
They are SO wonderful. They are the best of friends and the worst of enemies. When they fight they REALLY fight. But when they are being nice to each other? Those are the moments that I see what kind of relationship they will have when they get older. They will be thick as thieves.
Oh, Brandon using Colton for a step stool was my favorite part, too!
My favorite part of that video is when your son says “We need to take the trash out anyway” Thats funny!
Boys are too funny!
I think that was the point when I told him “No! Get down…RIGHT NOW.” So that was pretty much him saying “well, I’m going to do what you said but not because you said so. Because we need to take the trash out anyway.”
He always finds a way to make it his decision, not mine. ::Smiles::