May 29, 2008

No Really, I Also Have Two Sons

You'd think since I almost always post photos of the infamous Moo that she was my only child. Sorry about that. (It's just that she's the baby and growing so visibly fast that I feel I must capture and share. A lot. And she's also my only girl.) Luckily my sons don't read my blog because they would be UP.SET. They have always kept track of who had more photos on the wall, or who mommy was scrapping the most. It drives me nuts because I'm an only child and don't really understand the competitve monster that exists when you have siblings.

First, there is Trevor. He is seven. And loud. And loves to talk. He is dedicated and loves praise and responsibility. He likes to clean baseboards and toilets. He was my only early bird - arrived 3 days early via natural delivery. He also gets up by 7am, even on weekends. He plans his day. He is also the only one (in the whole family) who makes his bed daily. Everything is "just so" with Trev. T Dog. T boy. Mr. Bossy KnowItAll. He is naturally athletic, stocky and has eyes as blue as the sky. His heart is about the size of Texas. He's taken the news about Mom and Dad especially hard, which is especially scary for me because he pretends he's strong. Lucky for me he also likes to talk things out. He's going to make some woman very, very happy one day. He is a new soul; like his mother, very book smart but it will take him until he's 20 to use common sense. My God how I love this boy. This sweet child of mine who is growing up very, very fast.

And next is Andy. Andrew George. Andy Roo. Roo. Rooster. Andyman. Andy is my stubborn child. The two day induction that is now almost 6. The surgery at a week old because of a benign tumor in his chest. The child who scared me and brought me so close to God. He is also loud. And boisterous. He's a climber. The only child to ever warrant an emergency room visit. He has long, skinny monkey fingers and toes, which goes swimmingly with the fact that is middle name is George and his favorite character is someone Curious. Speaking of, Andy loves suffed animals. They each have a name and are very special friends. He sleeps with five or six nightly. Andy is the sneaky one. With dimples. He holds everything inside. He talks alot (just not about what he's feeling). He never cleans up after himself because he's realized that eventually, someone will do it for him. Andy wants to be a pediatrician. His kindergarten teacher told me that he's so smart he may be gifted. He is an old soul. He is my second son, my confirmation from God that I am a good boy mom. I love him so and wouldn't change him a bit.

Last week the boys and I went outside on the deck to play ball (aka: get them out of the house before I start climbing the walls). Keep-away and then pass. I snapped away.
Here is little Roo, looking so very little.


Trevor of course, always has to show Andy who is bigger and older and more capable (according to him).

Me, Me, Me, Me!

In a stealth move (I told you he was sneaky), Andy steals the ball.

And then, thunder.

Crap. There goes my fun - I mean peace and quiet. We had to go inside.

Thank you, God, for my two sons. I am so proud. They are works of your creation and I trust you to guide me in being the best mom I can be.

1 comment:

  1. love their expressions! They certainly are....animated little boys! I love em!