That Boy!!!

"I got glasses!"

My boy! What am I gonna do with him? He’s such a card. Stops my heart constantly. Drives me batty and melts me like butta.

There’s nothing he won’t get into, he won’t attempt, dismantle, try to fix. He believes that since ‘you’ did it, he can too. And don’t tell him no! God love him. You can see him trying to be good (when he really is trying to be good) but there’s this overwhelming ‘he’-force that just won’t let him do it.

"I got strong muscles! Feel my muscles Mommy! I strong!"

Last night. I come home from work and he’s out on the trampoline with his sisters. He doesn’t weigh a speck so when they jump he’s on all fours bouncing around uncontrollably.

Call him in for dinner and you have to fight to get him to the table. He throws back his head and howls….he doesn’t want to eat, he wants to play. (insert Mike Warnke’s ‘I must play……’) He sits down and holds his hands out for prayer. Then he looks around the table….God bless Mommy, and Sissy, and ‘Aungin’, and Sissy, and Daddy, and Love, (the cat), and fishes, and Mommy, and Sissy, and Aungin, and AMEN!

He’s ready to eat! GET ME TACO! NOW! PUT THIS ON IT! NOW!!! He doesn’t want any 3yr old friendly taco, he wants it like yours. With the hot sauce. And the sour cream. And the tomatoes. Then he promptly looks at it, licks his lips, slurps, and takes a bite right out the middle of it. Funny stuff!

Bubby and B-Bug going down the driveway. He's telling her to let go. She's trying to keep him from killing himself.

He’s got my wagon for gardening. Pushes it up past the van, up the steep driveway…lays on it and yells the whole way down where he crashes into the brick wall. His face was hilarious! Turns around, does it again. Two black feet hanging off the sides….

After dinner we all go out on the trampoline. I have never been so afraid in all my days! All my girls up jumping around, I’m bouncing like a Mexican jumping bean….then they decide to play duck, duck, goose. The boy is an animal!

Duck….duck….duuuuuck…..pauses to smile at me, GOOSE! “Common Mommy! Goose! Chase me!” Every try to chase a three year old on steroids? You know, the first three rounds of this, I did good. The next 2 I was glad I work out. The next three I was like – someone knock me off this trampoline so I have a good reason to crash on the couch. Please. Anyone…?

The girls had so much fun….when I had to tackle them I just jumped across everyone’s heads to tackle. (saves time) Made homemade icecream that was oooooooh sooo gooood. (wish you had some dontcha?)

Now. If he’d just quit sneaking in my bed at night and shoving those tiny toes in past my ribs, past the organs, and out the other side, I’d do much better!