Other than a few odds and ends, I don't think I've ever posted a blog about my handsome young men!!! As I sit here looking at the photo on my desk...which by the way seems to be my only remnant of why I remain sane now days...I began to chuckle. They are the light of my life, and the center of my universe, so I thought I'd shared a few anecdotes from the Life and Times of W and D!!!
W is the older of the 2. He's a pretty laid back young man who has gotten an A+ in grasping the concept of "every man for himself." Generally, he looks out for his younger brother, but on some occasions he has been caught red handed doing things such as finishing his slushie about 3/4 of the way and trading with D (whose slushie is still almost full) because he's assured him that "red" is better than "blue." One time, he used his age, thus, more advanced gross motor skills to his advantage and left D in the dust when they were about to go outside and he could tie his shoes quicker. There was also this one time when he knew he was the only one who had graduated from "toaster use only" to using the microwave and didn't make enough french toast sticks for D...you know...that kind of stuff.
And then there's D...he's who many refer to as "that little one." Let's just say that he's cut from a different cloth. Although both of the boys are astoundingly brilliant, and are very astute, D is well...a little "different." He wears these cute little glasses that make him seem so adorable and innocent, when in fact, I've had to (a time or two) leave a slight hand imprint on those ever-running soup coolers of his! He has the mouth. He always reminds me when I am a word or two off from telling stories accurately; he likes to kindly tell people if they you know, have a "booger (which he refers to as mocos)," if they stink, or if they're mean, or racist etc.; he also likes to politely let everyone in the parking lot know when I accidentally drop a piece of unwanted paper...or napkin...or apple core or something.
I'll tell you, the boys are characters...different as night and day, but both possess many qualities that I had as a child/have, and it cracks me up!
W likes to express (very loudly-which I call "dry snitching") to D, "You know Mommy said we can't ride our skateboards down the slide!" and his center of focus is hanging out with his friends...with whom he shares a secret handshake...
While D likes to draw, and write poems, stories and books; and tries emotional appeal tactics to persuade me to buy Axe cologne for them because the commercial says, "It makes the ladies go crazy!"
Yep...those two are a riot. And I am announcing from this point forward that I will share little D and W-isms periodically so that I may give you all a glimpse of what REALLY keeps me going in this chaotic thing I call a life!
In comments, what do you think of the boys so far; share your own little stories about your little Bambino/as; and if I really go crazy, who wants to come with?