Boys will be boys

Over the last few days Jack and Sam have had several opportunities to spend time with some of their little buddies. All of our (Toby and I's) friends all have little ones around the same age and they all also had boys. We played with our friend Colton two nights in a row and both times got decidedly WILD! Jack and Colton are a rowdy pair. They run like made, throw balls, dance crazy, and wrestle! The last one was to my amazement....I did not know that little boys already had that in them. Colton is such a fun little boy who is so full of life. We also got to play with our buddy Hudson. He is a little younger then Colton and just learning to sit up. Jack was so anxious to play rough again he form tackled his little 7 month old buddy. Afterwards when I ran across the room with a look of shock across my face Jack planted a kiss and gave an expected "Sorry Mommy" to Hudson. Hudson took it like a champ and just looked a little surprised by the happenings. What a trooper he is! Samuel just takes it all in when his brother starts getting rambunctious....I am sure he is learning exactly what to do so that in a few months he will be going ninety to nothin' along with them driving Mommy crazy the whole way.

Initiation

I am realizing more and more every day that motherhood is just a series of initiations. Your little ones are just a test to see if you are up to the game. Yesterday Jack and Sam were both doing a great job of it. Poor little Sam was having trouble with his poopies. He used to go every day but lately has been having difficulty and yesterday was the worst of it. When he tried to go he would pull his little legs up, get red in the face, and let out the saddest squeal. I didn't know what to do but knew I had to help him in some way. Sammers is so sweet it just broke my heart for him to hurt this way. So we go to his changing table and take off the diaper. The situation down there did not look good. He definitely was going to need some assistance. Enter the Vaseline, gloves, thermometer, and wipes...and the extraction started. After much diligence on Sam and I's part we got that little hard poopie out. Needless to say, I never though that part of being a mommy was physically removing your child's BM for them. Meanwhile, Jack decided he could generally do anything as long as he said, "Sorry Mommy" in the sweetest little voice afterwards. That anything included pulling Roxy's hair, laying on his brother, biting Mommy, touching the fireplace, and the list goes on and on. There is no real way to explain appropriate uses for words to a 20 month old....trust me I tried. Also, Jack thought that it was fine for a toddler to stay up until 9 p.m. last night. He kept getting up and wanting to watch a "show" and then decided that he should have some Skittles and asked with a "please". It would be so much easier to get mad at him if he didn't talk in the sweetest voice. Even after the most trying days of unexpected events I am loving the initiation that they put me through each day and all I have to say is....Game On!