My Boys are Weird
Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys. But the other night Clint and I were washing the dinner dishes when the boys go running through the living room each holding onto one end of an exercise resistance band. Leighton doesn’t have pants on, and Caedmon is carrying the flyswatter. They are laughing and giggling and having the time of their lives. I turned to Clint and said “our boys are weird”.
I love that they are excited by small things and I’m not quite sure how their little minds work, but it makes me laugh often.
Just to give you a taste of some of the conversations and such in our house over the past few weeks:
Leighton has a fascination with scotch tape lately. And writing the word BIBLE. I think he likes that because that’s the only word he knows how to spell besides his name. And so lately we’ve had many pieces of art that are covered in tape and the word BIBLE.
Caedmon has a fascination with ketchup. Actually more of an acute addiction. He loves the stuff. Will scream uncontrollably if he even sees it in the fridge. Granted I keep the chocolate chips hidden so Clint doesn’t eat them all, but I never thought I would have to hide the ketchup. And if we give him some, to say you know, eat with his hot dog, he won’t actually eat the hot dog, but rather uses the hot dog to scoop the ketchup up into his mouth. And then scream uncontrollably until he gets more ketchup. I think all he ate for dinner one night was ketchup. And he was quite happy and satisfied with that.
Here are two recent photos of my boys.
They are great, I love them deeply and while I may not totally understand them, they make me laugh and I feel so blessed to be their mommy.