The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

Sweet Boy#2–Bought a coveted carton of 12 egg shaped bubble gums. Sweet Boy#3–Nicks the eggs, chews them up, smashes them all together into one big blob, gets a bunch of gum in his hair and eyebrows, and replaces the blob into the cute little carton hoping that his brother doesn’t notice. The result…he notices. There is much crying and a stiff consequence and one redhead full of butter to get the gum out.

Sweet Boy#3–Wants to write a letter. He sits down with a green colored pencil and asks me how to spell out: “Dear Blake, I love you.”

After reading about the great flood Sweet Boy#3 asks me how Toothless the Dragon survived it.

Sweet Boy#1–Has early release from school and we go into town for ice cream, wade in the icy river with our great hairy dog, chase a spider, climb on rocks, find litter and throw it away, throw sticks and some little rocks and some sand, throw the dogs leash into the river and save it…several times. And then dry out on the sunny grass for an exhausted ride home.

The boys pick huge handfuls of dandelions for me–Sweet Boy#2–“Aren’t we showing that we love you so much?”

Daddy–“Come give me a night night hug.”

Sweet Boy#2–“A night night Attack! Grrr Grrr Growwl That’s what I give you!!!”–And they do, wildly, until I pry their fierce fighting little bodies off of the Hunky Hubby so that he can breath and I can put the boys in bed.

After a day of cleaning I fall asleep on the couch snuggling my youngest boy while we await the return of Daddy and the school boys. Soon they rush into the house and I awaken to gifts shoved into my groggy face by excited if somewhat filthy fingers. A sweet bouquet of wildflowers…and two white grubs. My middle boy explained that the grubs were “terribly thin” and they had “rescued” them from underneath a log. Fear not, they are fatter now under the tender care of my little blond boy.