I just want you boys to know what a pleasure it is to be your mom! I could not ask for better boys. I love waking up with you two every single morning. I try to think back about what your dad and I did before you boys were here, and we must have lead a pretty boring life, because you two are definitely what makes life good now. You guys have been getting along so well lately and I LOVE it. Of course you still fight a few times a day, but for the most part you get along. This summer, you two spend most of your days outside. In fact, I have to be mean mom and make you take a bath and eat breakfast before I open that back door and it just about kills you both.
Not a day goes by that I am not in for a good laugh from you guys. You two are always coming up with something. This might not be so good when you become teenagers and feed off each other, but for now it is usually harmless fun and brings a smile to my face.
You are getting way to smart on me. You were watching out the window the other day and saw the garbage truck coming. You said, "Hey Mom, it must be Tuesday, the garbage man is here." I love that you have such a good memory and remember things like this. You make notes all the time for grandma (I just need to be better at giving them to her). You are so kind hearted and I love you buddy! Come out of your shell a little and let people see the cute personality that dad and mom see every day.
|Lining up his cars, this happens almost daily.|
|Lining up bikes and toys, loves to line things up.|
Thanks boys for being mine!!! You are my whole world and I am such a proud momma. I know I probably brag way to much and cannot get away with friends or family or even your dad without talking about you two the whole time. I thank Heavenly Father every night that I have you guys and that I am able to work from home and be with you all day. I hope that one day you appreciate the fact that I made things work to be home with you. It is not an easy task you know, working 8 hours a day with two little hoodlums at your side trying to talk to you, while you are trying to hear the doctor say "Pneumonoultramicroscopiciliocovolcanoconiosis" (yes that is really a word), and getting up from my chair a thousand times to go in the living room and "watch this" or have to pause after I hear "Mom, mom, mom, mom" a million times (a title I proudly hold when it comes to you boys).
Guess what?! I wouldn't change it for the world. I love you boys and I hope you know it.