The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week
Well this week sweet boy #1 coined the phrase “Snuggldy Buggldys” which obviously means the hunky hubbies jammie pants and a form fitting long john shirt coupled to create an alluring child chosen ensemble that the hunky hubby was gracious enough to wear after his young offspring pranced up to him with them in arms demanding that he dawn them immediately. Although if sweet boy #1 offers to get your Snuggldy Buddgldys for you be prepared for his revolutionary sense of fashion.
The boys played a game where they zoomed about our house pretending to shoot things, particularly my stacks of folded laundry, with massive steams of fire and burning them into oblivion. Does anyone know? Do little girls do this sort of thing on a regular basis or is this style of imaginary fare more a Y chromosome type item?
But the winner this week. Sweet boy #1 and sweet boy #2 were pretending to be baby birds. Baby birds that were keeping a baby snake in their nest. And then they discovered a blow-up neck pillow that looked exactly like a miniature Boppy. And so the following argument ensued.
“This baby bird wants to nurse the baby snake!”
“No! This baby bird already nursed the baby snake!”
“It was just a snack of Milk!”
“No no no! It was a meal of Milk! It’s tired right now!”
“It’s hungry and tired!”
“No it’s just tired. You might lose it!”
There was more, but it’s hard to get all of these things down on paper before they move on to some other emergency. But they are so funny, so very very male and yet with psudo-paternal instincts as well. My boys, modern sensitive men who just happen to enjoy blasting piles of laundry with large streams of fire and roaring. I’m so proud.
Girls are very different. My girl ran around and did things loudly but it was more like being a horse, or an animal. She wasn’t so into destructive things but her arguments with her brother were very similar in that they both ran with the moment with their imaginations and set up verbal road blocks just like your two oldest. My girl was very bossy, but when her brother started having opinions of his own, she learned to compromise or things got loud and interesting.
Girls are just as fun to have as boys, they just are very different. Their conflicts are much more emotional without the slinging of fists so much but with loud outbursts of tears and such.
It was wonderful to have both flavors and perspectives in our family.
Love to you.
Thought of something else. My girl would play imaginary games with her friends. She was in grade school at the time, she and her friend were in the back seat of the car playing an imaginary game as we were driving somewhere. I overheard her say, “And my horse learned to use a litter box so she could be in the house.” I remember her Grandma G. looking at me with a horrified expression as she stated, “That would HAVE to be a huge litter box! What a mess to clean!” (or something close to that) In the front seat there was much quiet laughter as I tried to stay on the road.
I don’t know if you remember me or not. When you were little, your mom and dad and brother came up to Loomis, Washington where we were pastoring and you fished by the side of the road! We have had connections at Camas Meadows for eons it seems! We used to take kids from Country Bible Church in Enumclaw, so that’s where we became acquainted with the Martins! It truly is a small world! Your mom would probably remember us. (We are both “springs” and I remember something about reddish orange material somewhere and a Valentine’s Banquet!)
Anyway, we raised three boys! So, yes, I could just see them in my mind’s eye shooting things right and left. They didn’t have to have play guns – a finger, a stick, anything would work to wreak destruction! Full speed ahead! We now have 4 granddaughters and 2 grandsons and it is really fascinating to watch them. We have the youngest two near us and the almost four year old girl is very artistic and into seeing my jewelry and wearing tiaras, etc. Her little brother at 20 months is into seeing how things work and climbing on and jumping off anything over two inches!
Enjoy your sons! It is a completely wild, wacky and wonderful world you are privileged to reside in!
It’s great to hear from you and to know that boys have always been just a wee bit insane. But you gotta love em.