Boys in the House

There is no doubt (of course) that Jack and Zach complete me. Yep, right from the Jerry Maguire movie. But it's true. My life would be turned upside down if they didn't exist; they really bring smiles and love to my life even on the bad days and boy do we have them. Ahhh, 2 ½ years old---okay so maybe pushing 2 ¾ years old. :)  Steve and I are not the perfect parents and we don't have the perfect life, nor do we try. What we do have are two awesome little boys that bring so much joy to our lives. I know at times I comment that I love the boys they are becoming but the reality is I love the parents we are becoming because of Jack and Zach. We have been certainly challenged lately by toddlers and have been very tired due to the ups and downs. But, we also know that as the boys change and reach different milestones that as parents we must as well. It doesn’t matter how old they are and I know at some point they will not appreciate this, but I still go in their room before I hit the hay and sit and stare at them both for 5 minutes as I would do when they first came home from the hospital. This is peace, love, and happiness. I love how they say Amen after each prayer (so innocently) we say at night and not to mention they never say stop or no if we are saying a different prayer. I love that they kneel in front of their bed with their head down as if they have been saying prayer for months. I love that the boys have to get out of bed at bedtime not to play, but give Mama and Dada a hug and kiss a few times, sometimes even more. HA. They know getting out of bed is frowned upon but they cover it up by giving us love and yep, it gets us every time. J On that note, here is something special to my boys!

Boys in my HouseAuthor: Erin Jo Kilmer
There are boys in my house - and Spiderman shoes
And 200 papers in various blues.
There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,
There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.
They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats
There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.
There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;
Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,
And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!
There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,
There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.
There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green
There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.
There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night;
There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.
There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks
There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.
Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.
There are cute little vests and darling neckties
Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise!
There's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling
And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.
There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise -
There's love in my house shaped like two little boys

Love,

Julie