Boys just do things differently don’t they? Somehow, now having 2 boys, their boyhood seems to be magnified.
They run, not walk.
They prefer messy hands rather than clean ones.
They are loud, not quiet.
They climb, wrestle, hit and throw farther.
They see a puddle, they jump.
They see sand or mud and are magnetized to it.
Anything orderly soon becomes overturned.
They see a made bed, it becomes a trampoline.
The rougher the better.
I am still working on remembering that a slobbered handprinted oven door or an overly full laundry room means I have active kids who know how to enjoy life. Today I am choosing to embrace all their “boy-ness,” even in the midst of trying to clean the WHOLE house.
Photos just from today: the lion costume may be soon outgrown, Mcree’s tongue gesture means that something is “hot” (he taught himself that one!), boys play differently with tea sets, anything small including marbles make it more fun to learn how to count, play-doh in our house involves bringing out all toys that make footprints, this was Mcree’s first time playing with play-doh (and he much preferred slinging the toys across the room) and music and dancing and dress up always make us feel better.
