The Boys

My boys are growing up so cute. When I look at them, I can't hardly stand it. For so long, all I wanted was for them to be the very best of friends ... and now they are.

Now days I need a break, a nap and some time-out when they're in full gear!

Anyone up for a few hours with these boys?  It's a guarantee that you'll sleep good at night after a day with these two!

Buddies

As much as they fight .... they love just as much. I took a wet wash cloth with me to the field last night ... just so I could get this.

Trust me, within a few minutes, these clean little faces were dirt and sweat covered with John Deere hats on their heads. They love the dirt ... and farming!

Jay

Dear Jay, 

You have many faces!  Yesterday evening I sat on the step and watched you and Sam play.  Every once in a while you looked up and glanced my way.  I played that game, "can I shoot faster than you can blink" because you don't like getting your picture taken anymore.  I've done you in with all my begging for one good shot.

Every once in a while you would look directly at me.  It was a game.  You knew I had my camera, and you were teasing me.  You're like that.  I love that.

 

You and Sam were having fun.  So much fun that when your Dad sees it .... you're probably going to be in trouble.

 

But you don't care.  It was all worth it to you because you were having fun.  Don't worry ... I'll cover your butt.

 

You're only a boy once .... and boys do boy things!

 

Then they grin about it and smile cheesy smiles for their Mom ... right Jay?

 

You are so cute and I love you so much!

Even when you and Sam go outside, pull all of the tools out of the garage, rework the yard that was just seeded, haul all of the straw away and make a big mud hole again.

I'll protect you ... and we'll tell your Dad that we don't know what happened.  Gremlins were here!

 

Cute little Gremlins!

 

and you did it all for HER!

 

Sammy the Dog!

Whacked

(Picture at the end of the Post ... No Peeking!)

There's a certain little boy that I can not mention his name ... because he's hanging his head in shame. So to protect his innocence and integrity, I also can not post a 'after' picture of him. (want me to sneak one?)

HE WHACKED HIS HAIR! Right off at his bangs. TWO WHACKS! Right on top of each other. Right in the front. Right where you can see it! But not to the scalp! Praise God! But almost!

... and he's cute, and he looked at me with his pitiful looking face, with his pitiful little hair-cut, and he said, (like it's the scissors fault) "We just can't have them scissors in our house no more now .... can we Mommy?" ... and I melted and told him that it would grow, and that he was beauty-full!

So this evening he wore a Red fuzzy Santa hat ... the entire evening ... and he smiled, and he forgot that he whacked his hair and that I had a camera. His name starts with the letter 'S' and in 'Pig-Latin' it goes something like this: 'Am-Say'.

So what's your hair-cut story? Who's did you whack? Or did you whack someone else's?

When I was a kid ... but way old enough to know better, I cut my sister April's hair off. She had really long hair ... way down her back. We played 'beauty-shop' under the kitchen table late at night when our parents thought we were asleep. I was in charge and made her sit there and I gave her a new style .... a 'pixie'. Kim and Robin didn't wake up Mom and tell on me ... because they were going to be next! Guess what? It didn't happen ... only because my Mom woke up because we made way too much noise and thought it was way too funny. Trust me ... it wasn't funny at all. Not at all!

A Man Thing

 

You only get one guess .... and I'm sure you got it the moment you saw the "yellow".

It was almost zero degrees outside and Sam steps out the back door like he's a big guy on a mission!

I don't get it ... what is it about a guy teaching his boys to pee outside ... and in the snow at 7:00am on a freezing cold day!  Seriously ... is it a man thing?

"S" for Sam

Sam looked up in the sky this morning when he heard the honking of geese, and he said, "Look Mom ... S for Sam!  How sweet he is.

Can You Remember?

This evening, well actually about five minutes ago, while I'm sitting here in the recliner (with my laptop) in The Little's Room (that's another story) trying to get them to sleep (instead of having a disco party) .... Sam, who takes after me and is a night owl, got up and was peeking over my shoulder, and he said,

"Where is my Brown Bear with the green on his neck? You got him out of the mailbox when you were on the lawnmower and you gave him to me. You gave Jay the gray one and Meg the white one. My took him with me to the Willis barn in the wagon when Kristina was here. She pulled us in the wagons down there. My was in the orange wagon with my Brown Bear. Where is he now?"

How can he remember all those details exactly? He's not yet four years old and that was months ago. I am so amazed every day with some of the things these kiddo's say and do.

So I started asking him questions, and here's our little conversation:

ME: Do you remember when you were born?

SAM: Yes, My was in the hospital. My Grandpa was holding me. (I just love how he says "my" instead of "I").

ME: Sam, your Grandpa was not holding you in the hospital. Only Mommy and Daddy was holding you when you were in the hospital.

Sam: No, my Grandpa was holding me. My Grandma was sitting in the chair. Then he made me Bob the Builder Movies.

ME: (this is very eerie) Sam, you can't remember that because you were only four weeks old.

SAM: My Grandpa did hold me when my was a baby in the hospital. Pappy Keith hold me. (that is my Dad who visited once)

ME: Do you remember what you were wearing?

SAM: I had on long pants and my boots.

Okay ... he just blew it! I was starting to believe him there for a minute.

ME: Sam you didn't wear long pants and boots when you were a baby in the hospital ... you were little bitty and we didn't have any long pants then, or boots.

SAM: Yes my did! (Emphatically) My weared my long pants and boots in the hospital and my had my green truck and trailer. My worked on my baler by the pond and my Daddy was driving my tractor in the corn field. Meg was in the house because she's a girl and she doesn't do work. She goes shopping. (the boy is just a bit confused there)

ME: Where was Jay?

SAM: Jay was in his bed in the hospital.

ME: Jay got to come home from the hospital a week before you.

SAM: No, my leaved the hospital to help my Daddy farm. Then my go back to the hospital to sleep in my bed.

ME: Did the Doctor say it was okay to leave the hospital and go farming when you were a baby?

SAM: He told me to wear my boots because it was cold outside. My weared my coat too.

ME: Okay Sam ... it's bedtime. Let's kiss goodnight. I love you Sammy.

SAM: Night Night Mommy. My love you. My love Jesus too. Jesus hold me when I was a baby in the hospital too.

ME: Yes Sammy, I know he did. He held you real tight and didn't let you go did he?

Goodnight Sam!

Wordless Wednesday ~ Flowers for Mommy ~

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A perfect world ... is a boy and his Dog

Yesterday evening the kids ran to the garden to pick a few cucumbers, but Sam got sidetracked by his dog Sam the Boxer. He sat down under the tree with her and scooted as close as he could get and laid his little head on her and gave her all his love.

Sam the Boxer loves attention, and especially attention from our little Sammy. Sam the Boxer is getting old, and was here on this farm a good several years before I came, and long before these kiddo's were even thought of. So, it's a big change for her as well ... to have these kids growing up on her farm. But, she's adapted well, and loves these kids. She's a gentle old soul that loves the hugs and kisses that our Sammy gives to her.

Yes, it's a perfect world ... when a boy has a dog he loves.

Be Blessed Everyone.

A Star is Born

Meet Sam. Super-Star Sam. He's a basketball star. All thirty-five inches and twenty-eight pounds of him. He can slam dunk his "Pooh ball" right along with the best of them. He's got it going on. Notice the hands? Right in sync with the dunk!
He know just how to slam em. He also is a "ball hog." He won't share and makes his team mates cry. But he's talented. He can dribble like a pro!

He's so good, he just rises on his tip toes .... aims and shoots, and it's a two-pointer straight down the middle. Wilt Chamberlain didn't have anything over on Super-Star Sam.
Just like a celebrity .... he stops and poses.

Ball in hand .... he's going to pivot and shoot! Up in the air he goes. He's off the ground and he shoots!
.... and he scores!

Sam's Umple Darrel came over this evening and played basketball with Sam. Umple Darrel was trying to show Sam a few moves ... but Sam already knew them. Umple Darrel has to bring his own Winnie the Pooh ball next time ... cause Sam don't share! Cause he's a Super-Star!

Be Blessed Everyone.

~ Chicken Nuts ~

I know I shouldn't make fun of my children, and I'm not ..... but tonight I brought home happy meals from McDonalds for the kids, and they were so excited. Sam asked if it was a cheeseburger, and I told him, "no, it's chicken mcnuggets."

He jumped up and down and screamed out at the top of his lungs, "Jay, Jay ... we dot chicken nuts!"

I think this one will always stay with me, and I'm still giggling as I replay his little voice in my head! I imagine twenty-five years from now .... they will still be chicken nuts ~

Be Blessed ~

Apples and Cokes

After their birthday party this afternoon, and after everyone had left, we escaped to the yard with the camera. It was too late for a nap and they were way too cranky to be inside with each other.

It's so funny how much a barely three year old can remember. Jay wanted his picture taken and he ran over to where I had taken a senior girl last week. He stood in the door way and smiled just like he was posing. THEN, Sam and Meg joined him and they went in .... and found apples and diet coke in the fridge. I didn't have the heart to take the cokes away from them.

Here's Sam with his apple. He had three apples. He dropped the first two and had to have a new one each time. Now I have a couple apples with a few bites out of them with a bit of dirt on them.

Jay held onto his too tight to drop it. Usually with both hands.
We walked around outside until they were out of the 'fighting mood' and their apples and cokes were gone.
Then we posed for a picture or two! Just like a senior girl!

Where's Meg? In way to bad a mood for a picture .... I'll catch her next time!

Be Blessed Everyone ...

We have Trouble ...

Toilet Trouble! and ...guess who did it? It would be those three little kiddo's watching their Daddy dig up the septic tank!
Since we're in the throes of potty training and being almost three years old .... we like to "do it myself." When we "did it myself", we flushed lots and lots and I mean a whole container of wet wipes down the toilet. So Daddy had to unplug it. .... and guess who said it was, "Nasty". Jay did! His nose was so curled up and he was telling Meg and Sam that is was Stinky.Sam decided to do a little digging while the others went off to get a pipe to pry the lid off.

Oops .... Sam fell in the hole. But Sam loved the dirt .... all over his new shoes!
He's almost got it ... Whew! That shovel is heavy .... and BIG!

"Hey Mom! Come help me!"
After all this hard work, Sam had to sit down and take a break. We really shouldn't be working our kids this hard. Don't tell okay?

Heck with the work .... Sam found another "Willy Worm" to be his friend. (We're hiding this one from Jay's shoe!)

Be Blessed Everyone!

Picture Day!

We took the kiddo's to "Yellow Banks" today to do pictures for their upcoming 3rd birthday. I had a plan. Pictures of each one of them sitting in a rustic old bench on the porch of a old log cabin. It was just a dream ....Not one of the one hundred fifty shots turned out good. Every picture here is a cropped version of something bigger and NOT good.
No one would sit down! This was the position of choice! S.T.A.N.D.I.N.G!
Then Sam growled at me when I told him to smile!

Meg had to have the boots on and then jumped off the porch about a thousands times!
Jump. Jump. Jump. Jump! Do-Dah! Dee-Do! Da-Day! Jump. Jump.
Sam spotted a small lawn tractor .... and it was all over for him! Come back Sam! Oh Sammmmmmmy!

Did you say Smile Mom? No Way Jose!

I don't want to sit! I like it like this. MOMMMMM!
What is this? A Bear? A wooden Bear?
I think I'll just take a nap. Don't bother me and get that camera away from me! NOW!!!

Look Mom. Watch me climb up the side of this log cabin. Jay! Jay! Get down Jay!
Yes Jay .... it IS a wooden Bear!
NO Jay! Don't kiss the bear! It might bite!

Okay everyone .... you're all sitting together! LOOK at ME! LOOK at ME!

Smile Jay!

Down Everyone ..... You'll fall! GET DOWN EVERYONE! NOW!
Hey! Come back .... I'm not finished! Please Come back. I have suckers! Hey! Yoo-Hoo!
Come on kids! Turn around! Look at ME! One more time!

No! Don't open that door. Someone lives there! Get back everyone! NOW! Do you want to go home?
Good Kids! Come on now .... sit back down on that bench! Please? For Mommy?

Hey Sammy! Want some candy? Just look at Mommy one more time. Please???

Yay Meggie! You're doing it! Smile Baby!

Way to Go Jay! Just look at Mommy! Who you love Jay? Yeah! Mommy's boy!

Needless to say, it didn't work out today. No wonderful birthday pictures! Just cropped out bits and pieces. But we have tomorrow afternoon and then again next weekend!

as always, be blessed.