My Boys

So as you know, these are my boys. My night and day, my whole world. I look at them and I am amazed; more than amazed that they are from us. We made them. Wow. And we have raised them, are raising them. Tonight in church, the littlest was so well behaved, the oldest was a stinker. How's that? He's like a wiggle worm. Finds it very difficult to be in confined spaces. He can do it but he almost becomes another child at church. Funny, but really, not funny. But funny. At one point, I said to him a very terse, "STOP it" in a very forced hard whisper voice and I was holding the littlest at the time (well, actually, I held the littlest the WHOLE time but I digress) and the littlest looked at him and crooked his little arm and made the L with his thumb and forefinger and said "NO!" and I died. He wasn't really copying me per se' because I didn't say 'no' I said to the oldest, "STOP IT!" and he took from that, 'No, not nice' or whatever. Funny. Life is an adventure but then if you have kids, you know what I mean. It's true of all kids. And you have to be prepared for any moment. As we left church, the oldest said out loud to his Dad, "That was stinkin'!!!" ????huh???? Of course, my honey was mortified that anyone might have heard him, and he didn't really know what the oldest meant and only later it came out (after I calmly and logically asked him what he did mean at that moment in time as opposed to just telling him how horriblly he had behaved, you know the one who talks him to death; that's me) that he had smelled the Holy water (as you enter/exit you dip your finger in it and do the sign of the cross) and thought it was stinkin (stinky). And I'm not supposed to laugh at him?

These are moments we will remember and cherish and will make for good stories later in life. I'm just marking it all in my head as we go along. Thought I'd share with you.

---Jenn