I’m not sure what it is about this picture that I love so much. It’s such a tremendous reflection of where we are in our family life. It’s a snapshot of an afternoon spent at a playground — time treasured with the kids.
Lucas looks like he just ran in from outside the camera frame — he likely did — and he’s moments from zipping away again. He plays with confidence now; it’s a big boy sense of security that he can climb, run, play with nearly every component of the playground.
Ben’s perched at the top of the slide and appears to be ready to scoot forward and head down. He’s recently developed a fondness for going down the slides and smiles so wide at the bottom. He’s wearing his favorite hat. He points for it on our way out the door, and get’s excited to see us pull it off the hook. I think he associates it with playtime and being outside.
Tim’s got a hand on each boy and just looks so happy. They are his boys and they adore their Daddy. Of course they do, he’s great to at playing with them and makes their lives more fun.
Three blessings in one small frame. It’s a lucky life I live.
Blogging has been light lately, and I don’t see it getting much better this week. This Mama needs a vacation, and it’s coming soon. I only have to climb Mount Everest to get there. And yes, those boys in that cart need haircuts. We made it happen on Sunday. I’ll post picture evidence tomorrow.
1) Benjamin has developed a rather vigorous wave. It includes a flat, rigid, open hand that shakes violently up and down. If Tim takes him for a walk around the block, he waves and waves across the street up the driveway as Lucas and I play.
2) Lucas is the king of the instant replay. He’ll throw a ball, and then quickly announce “did you see that?? This is what happened. My hand was here and I moved it over here. The ball went like this and then I did that.” The replay happens in delightful slow motion and regularly happens after physical feat or personal injury.
3) Benjamin has a burgeoning future as a professional athlete – specifically a pitcher. He loves to throw things. Balls are his favorite toy and his aim, strength and precision is impressive. The throwing extends far past balls though – it’s food, toys, pieces of tupperware that he’s retrieved from the kitchen cabinets and so much more. While I admire his dedication to the craft, I would prefer if he could aim elsewhere with his dinner. Most of my work clothes now feature splatter from his swiftly tossed food bombs.
We made our annual pilgrimage to the Fair this past weekend. It’s a “can’t miss” occasion for our family and this year’s festivities did not disappoint. From the alpacas to the pigs, the cows to the oxen, the boys were fascinated and Tim and I were able to enjoy some wholesome family fun.
It’s harder and harder to get a good picture of both boys smiling. This one is a terrific representation of the brothers — also known as trouble.
Don’t mind him… just pockets full of water guns.
We had dinner out last Friday night. It’s always a harrowing proposition. Will the kids behave? Will Benjamin throw all his food on the floor (or at the waitress)? Will it be even a little bit relaxing or mostly feel like a frenetic shoveling of snacks out of the diaper bag and onto the table for grubby, little hands? Friday night was mostly a win. There was minimal food throwing, substantial amount of time spent sucking a lemon slice (Benny the wierdo…), and Lucas ate almost three bites of a chicken finger (because, he tells me, chicken is not his favorite).
After dinner, we stumbled upon a hot air balloon being inflated and taking off — couldn’t have planned that any better.
They might look just a little bit alike…. although Lucas is about five months older than Ben in this side-by-side.
Happiest boy on the block making smores with his Daddy.