There is never a shortage of funny moments in our home these days. There is also never a shortage of wrestling children, kid-centered outings, crayons underfoot, spit-up on the burp cloth, Eggo waffles in the toaster, coloring pages taped to hard surfaces for display (taped haphazardly by the artists themselves), costume-wearing, and toad/bug touching. Brotherly love and cooperation are often found, but sometimes are conspicuously replaced by threats of bodily harm when an errant hand crosses a couch cushion line. This physical kind of love and display between the boys is something I am beginning to get used to. As a girl who grew up with a sister and a fairly gentle brother, the idea of wrestling just for fun initially appalled me. I fretted, watched closely (okay, hovered), and often broke up the 'fighting' because I was uncomfortable with it. Now I realize that it's kind of just nature's way. My two little bears are allowed to roll and play, within reason, as long as life and limb aren't at stake. I would also add 'valuables' to the at-stake list, but who am I kidding? Anything pretty worth displaying in this house has either been rounded up into boxes, broken, or never bought in the first place because--let's face it--I'm a mother of three young wrestling boys. Pollyanna's Aunt Polly would have a conniption at my house.
Images can pretty much sum it up from here. I love this life. Admittedly, it's often best participated in with a glass of wine in hand. Just kidding. A cup of coffee is usually sufficient.
|Spiderman trying to figure out how to drink water with no mouth hole|
|I call this artfully-arranged exhibit "Superheros in Motion: An Exploration in Colored Wax"|
|First time on the beach! Plum Island Beach, Massachusetts|
|Not too shabby for a four-year-old boy, if I do say so myself.|
|Bustin' a move, as he is often wont to do|
|There is no feat too great.|
|Museum day with Daddy|
|About the turkey kielbasa he stated, "That be so big! It's longer than my life!"|
|Weekend with cousins in Dallas, ages 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and 0|
|Piled on Grammy|
|Eleventh anniversary dinner at Mutt's Hog Dogs with Van--like I said, one child is practically no child!|
|Sometimes even Pop needs a breather when dealing with this crowd.|
|Blurry image, but captures the excited mauling of Van in the airport as he and I arrived home from Massachusetts|