I'm looking through the pictures on the phone and I'm trying to group them into themes.
Today's theme: life with boys. My boys, specifically. My boys are goofy, and funny, and playful, and creative, and mischievous, and pretty much up for a good time. "Down Time" rarely happens. (And when it does, you can bet your two cents that I'm crashed on the couch taking a 15 minute snooze.)
Isaac is a little builder, and loves for me to take pictures of his creations. This one an AT-AT (Star Wars) he whipped up 2 minutes before school. (Then Titus wanted a picture with his cup.)
They love to play "lava game." Jumping from cushion to cushion, and trying to not get burned by lava-carpet.
And there are too many trampoline games to count. Seems like "Make Titus Cry" is a favorite, but really they do play well together. Titus the Tiny is just so much lighter than his brothers that he easily gets thrown around and banged up.
As a general statement, these boys aren't really into arts and crafts. Titus is the only one who enjoys coloring and painting. I pretty much have to force a crayon in Eli's hand, but Isaac's starting to realize that he can draw ARMY scenes which is helping boost his enthusiasm.
A few weeks ago we were invited to a "paint party." The boys' friend turned 5 and was throwing a party at the local pottery place. It was actually a lot of fun, and none too disastrous. Titus and Isaac picked out a tank to paint, while Eli got himself an elephant. Isaac only wanted one color for his tank--forest green. Eli and Titus were way too overwhelmed to choose any, so I picked them out. It was fun watching the boys enjoy themselves in a new environment. (We have the finished product at home, all glazed and fired, but I have not gotten pictures yet. Just going to have to wait for 2 months!)
![]() |
| Titus' tank |
![]() |
| Eli's elephant |
![]() |
| Isaac's itank. I mean, tank. Seems like there was a pattern going, but apparently not. |
Eli had his eye on riding an alligator, and Titus was stuck riding a zebra.
Eli was scared at first (needing to hold my hand), and Titus never had any anxiety, feeling free as a bird.
They both threw an enormous fit when it was over, enjoying the 5 minutes of dizziness so much.
They are all pretty determined little buggars. "Don't play in the 4runner!" I say (yell). "Whatever," is the apparent reply.
They drag their own chair out of the house, open the doors, and have a blast for 2 minutes before it gets too hot. Mother knows best, boys.
And Titus. He won't hesitate for a second in taking his pants off and peeing on the fire ants. That child hates fire ants, and loves to watch them suffer in his bodily waste. And he doesn't do a straight stream, BIG swopping motions--going back and forth, creating large soaked areas. After he's done, he proudly says, "I pee on 'da Fire Ants."
















No comments:
Post a Comment