I Said the Seersucker Suit, Mommy, Not the Chambray Shirt!
It amazes me how much the boys have grown. BedHeadSid (BHS) is thick around the middle, trunk-like, and growing taller, ever more the "young boy" body, no longer the toddler/preschooler munchkin. I've seen his baby/toddler pictures lately, and he's grown so much that I am floored to think he was so small, so fragile, and so infantly sweet. So difficult to think these pictures were only a few years old.
Just the other day, BHS was wondering what a comedian is. I gave my answer, but what was surprising was his reasoning and recognition of self and self-action: "Oh, you mean like earlier today when I said all the good behavior is from daddy's side of the family and all the bad stuff is from your side?" What could I say? It's never pleasant to be outwitted by a seven-year old, let alone your own. I did what any self-respecting parent would do, I lied: "NO, what you said was an innocent remark that you were unaware of." While Pooks laughed out loud and chuckled that it was straight out of the mouth of babes, BHS looked at me intently. He might as well of said "R-i-i-ght, mom," but he had the sense to keep quiet and eat his lunch. Everyone's a comedian at my house.
Inevitably, StinkyHeadMonkeyToes (SHMT) is growing up too. He is communicating his will, humor and temper with great emotion and personality. Funniest thing is SHMT's particular need to dress according to his will. He will not, absolutely will not wear something that does not please him. Every day, I get him dressed a bit earlier than usual knowing there will be this stage of deep sartorial (that's my new word) scrutiny.
He obsessed over his shoes for the longest time, wearing only wear his Spongebob sandals - until they stank and I had to throw them out. Then it was his leather giraffe booties. Forget that they were all scuffed with holes at the toes. He wouldn't wear anything else for the longest time. Finally I got fed up, forced him to go shoeless into the car, and broke out another pair shoes when we were far from home. Check and mate, baby. Who's your mommy? Now he's a bit more flexible about other shoes. But don't ask about the clothes, okay?
Okay.
SHMT's godmother Tia D stitched these beautiful patches and beads onto Levi jean jackets for the boys. They look soooo cute, and they just love them! They've been wearing them every day now. We couldn't get SHMT to take his off the first day! So we let him sleep in it, but by the third day, I had to take it off when he spilled water on it. He seemed to be okay with that until nighttime. I swear he woke up in the middle of the night, pointed to the closet, and started hollering because he didn't have his jacket on. It took me hours to console him. Unbelievable...
Just the other day, BHS was wondering what a comedian is. I gave my answer, but what was surprising was his reasoning and recognition of self and self-action: "Oh, you mean like earlier today when I said all the good behavior is from daddy's side of the family and all the bad stuff is from your side?" What could I say? It's never pleasant to be outwitted by a seven-year old, let alone your own. I did what any self-respecting parent would do, I lied: "NO, what you said was an innocent remark that you were unaware of." While Pooks laughed out loud and chuckled that it was straight out of the mouth of babes, BHS looked at me intently. He might as well of said "R-i-i-ght, mom," but he had the sense to keep quiet and eat his lunch. Everyone's a comedian at my house.
Inevitably, StinkyHeadMonkeyToes (SHMT) is growing up too. He is communicating his will, humor and temper with great emotion and personality. Funniest thing is SHMT's particular need to dress according to his will. He will not, absolutely will not wear something that does not please him. Every day, I get him dressed a bit earlier than usual knowing there will be this stage of deep sartorial (that's my new word) scrutiny.
He obsessed over his shoes for the longest time, wearing only wear his Spongebob sandals - until they stank and I had to throw them out. Then it was his leather giraffe booties. Forget that they were all scuffed with holes at the toes. He wouldn't wear anything else for the longest time. Finally I got fed up, forced him to go shoeless into the car, and broke out another pair shoes when we were far from home. Check and mate, baby. Who's your mommy? Now he's a bit more flexible about other shoes. But don't ask about the clothes, okay?
Okay.
SHMT's godmother Tia D stitched these beautiful patches and beads onto Levi jean jackets for the boys. They look soooo cute, and they just love them! They've been wearing them every day now. We couldn't get SHMT to take his off the first day! So we let him sleep in it, but by the third day, I had to take it off when he spilled water on it. He seemed to be okay with that until nighttime. I swear he woke up in the middle of the night, pointed to the closet, and started hollering because he didn't have his jacket on. It took me hours to console him. Unbelievable... 
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