There is some saying about boys wanting to marry women like their mothers, but Ricky has perhaps taken this to the extreme. We were at a neighborhood Christmas party last night and I was visiting with my friend who drives Ricky home from school. She told me about a transaction between Ricky and her daughter, […]
Billy walked over to the tree the other day, pointed to the red and white thing shaped like a shepherd’s crook and said, See this? Some people call them candy CORNS. We call them candy CANES. There you go.
The boys got to help decorate their tree tonight. There are no pictures. You don’t leave them very much unattended during this event – let alone stand across the room with something in your hands. Even without pictures we had: One goose-egg One carpet burn One scratched stomach 4 broken ornaments One fight about which […]
For as frazzled as I sometimes feel with my boys, they can often soften my heart with just a sound. The other night, the big boys were in trouble for something – probably goofing off instead of cleaning up – and I was seeking refuge by reading Rusty an extra bedtime story. I had chosen […]
I was talking to Billy about my favorites. “Who is my favorite three year old?” Me! “Who is my favorite baby?” Tommy and Rusty! “Who is my favorite 6 year old?” Ricky! “Who is my favorite poppy?” That guy … that guy with no hair!