I feel like I haven't written in a long time when in reality, it's been only a few days. I'm feeling uninspired, tired, and struggling with those awesome hormonal headaches that I get in pregnancy. But all is well, at least Kid and Colin think so (talk about cheese balls!)...
In the last week, my two boys (not these two above, although they did their fair share of wrestling tonight, post-soccer class!) have upped the level in their boyness. I now know and understand what people mean by "oh, boys are much harder at this age, but much easier in their teens"... I never bought into that, I always thought mine were so easy...
Then came:
Defiance
Hitting
Spitting
Yelling
Wrestling
Mud
Dirt
Disrespect
Torturous actions on siblings
Teaching siblings all of the above
Where was my warning for that? Why did it happen now when I'm laden with weary pregnancy? Oh, let me tell you, our days have been challenging. Busy. Unpredictable. But with the frustration and grief that my two have been causing lately, comes great joy when the fruits of our labor expose themselves... as in Kid opening the door for me at the gym (his idea) and holding it open for another "wady (lady)", Kid asking Baby why his heart is sad and how he can help him get a happy one, or Kid requiring me NOT to drive the car until his seat belt is entirely clipped in (gets me every time, seriously, must he follow the rules every time?).
So, don't get me wrong. We enjoy life, our days have much joy laced throughout them... but in the crevices of such joy lie a lot of work and a lot of patience.
All to explain why my inspiration has been somewhat depleted!
On an entirely different note, Honey Bean still needs a middle name. Kid's choices at the moment:
Scarlett Web (ha!)
Scarlett River
Based on his ideas, I'm thinking he's got a streak of hippy-love in him, nice Kid, make your Momma proud!