I created this blog specifically with Mom & Dad in mind. Even though they can't be here in Oregon to enjoy their grandchildren, I thought this would be one way to help keep them in touch. I am also glad it can be used to keep all of my friends and family in touch as well!
A vase full
He's always bringing me something. I have to secretly get rid of things he gives me or I'd have a house full of "stuff" (he's gonna hate me when he's older and reads this). Whether it be a picture he's drawn, a rock he's found, a flower he's picked, a treasure he's dug from the ground or this...a beautiful bouquet of pipe cleaners. How my heart melted when he handed me the vase full of them. He was beaming with pride. Honestly, it stayed on my kitchen counter for quite awhile and proved a good conversation piece when someone would ask about it.
I hope Calvin saw how long I left it on that counter. It was long enough that he didn't seem to notice when I took it down. I hope he recognized how much the time he spent making it and thinking of me meant to this Mama's heart. I may not have kept that pipe cleaner bouquet around, but a made sure to take a picture of it. A reminder of the love that spills over inside this little guys heart.
W: "Mom, I really need to borrow your clothes basket!"
M: "What are you going to do with it?"
W: "Make a bird trap."
M: "Well, ok. Just remember to put it back when you're done and make sure it's not all covered in dirt the next time I need to do laundry."
Hours later, I came upon this...
The boys had rigged up a bird trap complete with some wood with sap on it to attract bugs for the bird to eat as well as some rotten strawberries in case the bird wanted those too. They had worked so hard together on this and were now patiently waiting for a bird to come close.
I love their imaginations.
I love their optimism.
I love their brotherhood.
William's always thinking about things (he's always been a sit back and take it all in kinda kid) and every once in awhile he'll just start a conversation out of the blue. I've had more and more of these lately with him and I can always tell, even though it seems so out of the blue to me, he's thought long and hard before initiating it.
W: "Mom, sometimes Lucious (one of his friends at school) says bad words."
Me: "Oh really, what are they? You probably better spell them so we don't repeat them in front of Calvin."
W: "Um, ok...'D'...'U'...I don't think I know how to spell it."
Me: "Just whisper it in my ear."
I lean towards him and he whispers, "Duh".
I respond, "Oh...were there any other words he said?"
Silently relieved in my mind (and trying not to chuckle outloud) that the …