I am a lone woman in a home full of boy-ness. My husband, my sons, even the dog are males, and I couldn't be happier. In fact, my new favorite shirt, a gift from Bebe, proudly displays my current status:
|Thanks to playing "toss-the-puzzle-pieces-around-the-house", we're missing one or two.|
As I cleaned up that strange little mess, I wondered to myself, does anybody else have kids that does stuff like this?
Meanwhile, Witten eagerly emulates his big brother in all things rambunctious and boy-ish. For the last few days, his favorite toy to carry around the house is Noah's plastic screwdriver, because he watched Noah "fixing" things about three days back and wants to be like his brother. He even imitates Noah's sounds effects. The other day, Noah and I were howling as I pushed them in the swings to get Toby to howl with us. It worked great, because not only did Toby join in, Witten also took up the call with his own little "aah-ooo".
Praise God for messy, stinky, happy little boys! And praise God for their father, a loud, studly, big boy, who is the best father these two kids could have. Every day, when Stephan comes in the door, Witten turns from whatever he's doing and scurries to his father saying "ya-yee! ya-yee! ya-yee!" (his version of "daddy, daddy, daddy")
I dare not wonder why God has been so good to me. I just accept that I do not deserve it, and therefore every good thing I posses is that much more of a blessing. Thank You, God, for your kindness!
Be blessed, readers!