Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts

May 26, 2011

Oh Boy

First day of summer break.
Jake was up at 7:00.
What?
It usually takes 3 trips down to his room.
Every morning.
The first time a little shake and a good morning, buddy.
The second time a little harder shake and get up now, Jake!
The third time hollering, threatening, grounding.
Then, he might make it up the stairs by 7:25.
This morning he said his alarm woke him up.

Question #1: Why was your alarm on?
Question #2: Why did I hear it blaring yesterday morning
yet when I went down there
you were sleeping with your mouth hanging open?
Question #3: How is it possible for it to wake you when it shouldn't
and not wake you when it should?

Ezra was up shortly after Jake.
Then Jobe a few minutes later.
The three boys played together for maybe 30 minutes.
Before the fighting began.
Sigh.

Not sure I'm ready for summer break.
It is really noisy here.
They have yelled at each other.
Made each other cry.
Made themselves cry.
Insulted each other.
Fought over toys.
Fought over food.
Fought over the spoon they were using to eat the food.

Right now?
They are getting along again.
For the moment.
But it is still extremely loud.
There are fake guns being fired.
Fake swords being wielded.
Fake bombs being hurled.
With plenty of sound effects.
Loud sound effects.

Scratch that.
Jobie just got hurt.
More crying.

Who's jealous right now?
Who wants to spend some time here over summer break?

Come join the mayhem.
I'll make you something yummy.
And we can yell talk to each other.
While the kids kill each other play together.
It will be fun.

Lots.
And lots.
Of fun.

May 24, 2010

My Four Boys

I like this picture.
And I love these boys.

My man and my three sons.
Yes.
I'm possessive like that.

November 03, 2009

Brothers

Just needed to remind myself
that I really do love these boys.
Even though
Ezra can push every single one of Jobe's buttons.
Without ever actually touching him.

And even though
Jobe can scream like a girl.
100 - 1000 times a day.
For no apparent reason.

Someone tell me they will be best friends.
If, I mean, when they grow up.

But I still love them to pieces.
Always will.