The boys have a wonderful relationship, with a nasty side.
When I watch them incessantly picking at each other, I worry that in a few short years they will be as ruthlessly mean to each other as uncle Jerome and I were. I will never be able to take them out in public at the same time.
Last night after putting both of them in bed I noticed that the light was on in their bedroom and went to investigate. I peeked in, and saw Mason crouching over Ashton's bed, gently rubbing his back. My heart melted- and I was convinced how sweet and loving my boys are.
Then at breakfast, they started fighting over who had more Sponge Bob Squarepants napkins. Neither one has ever seen the Sponge Bob cartoon, owns any Sponge Bob paraphernalia, or even needed to wipe his hands.
They are a mystery to me!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Love, hate, and more love
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2 comments:
whenever you tell stories about the boys being super cutie at night in their room it makes me all warm and gooey. I've wanted bunkbeds my entire life but sadly 16 yeard old Ehrika wasn't interested in a sharing a room with 8 year old me. I'm living vicariously through them!!
Bren hugged Pey so hard tonight he almost snapped her head off. That's some love. Maybe next time he'll make her pass out by squeezing so hard?
Wanna play after school tomorrow? You guys could come over here?
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