Sometimes I Wonder...

The other day as I lay on the couch while my boys were in their respective sleeping/"quiet time" areas I couldn't help but wonder... "What in the world are boys thinking?" I used to think that about dating but I decided young boys are where it all begins.. The constant need to fling one's body is so foreign to me. As is the wrestling, poking, and provoking that go on hourly in our home. My problem is they they are having so much fun TOGETHER it is hard to know where to draw the line. 

 Tate and I were crafting the other day and of course the eyes were meant for his face, and then his belly, which then started dancing and talking.. His new love of silly makes me crazy occasionally...

 I decided I needed more pictures of my children together. The problem is every time I get out the camera they go from looking in my general direction to backsides and their ears cease to function. Are cameras really that bad to look at? They want my attention at least once every minute and when I want theirs this is the result. Someday I will tell them it's their own fault they have no great posed pictures... At least we capture the memories right?

 Swinging is apparently the pearl of the park. I always thought the park was for wearing my children out because I am already tired enough; my kids seem to think it is for strengthening my arm muscles. The new problem we have run into is that there are never enough swings. This wouldn't be a problem if my kiddos could grasp that swings don't always stop for you. To eliminate the swing guarding, pushing, and yet still monitoring one child while the other flies through the air, I just put them both in together. That's why there are 4 holes right? I have never seen a dog swing and what else could utilize them?? They absolutely loved it and now request it. I'm guessing they will grow up and want big boy swings before they physically grow out of the possibility. I can't imagine how it could be comfortable though...

 Ian had a doctors appointment today and I had both kiddos. Dr's offices are not child friendly, even when they are for children. They put swirling chairs in the room, don't lock their cupboards, and then give you paperwork to fill out... Ian handled his last shots like a champion though, not a single tear.

Even if I don't understand them, I sure do love my little guys.