So I have been listening to all my girlfriends discuss their blogs and so and so's blog sooo I thought it was time that I join the race. My reasoning to not write one was that the boys will probably have no interest in going back to read my thoughts, prayers, and complaints. Then it simply dawned on me that this is for me just as much it is for them, their wives, children, etc. It it a place to not feel judged and have a solid blog of our family's memories. As I am writing this and almost becoming weepy I hear Anthony my oldest son say,"Mom...." in the tone you know they have done something that is probably not right. I ran upstairs as fast as I could and he proceeds to tell me that he lifted Alex up onto the couch because Alex felt like it. Anthony has never picked Alex up on his own yet. Granted he is 4 and Alex is 5 months but that is one area I have been very protective about. So here I am writing about my dreams...and my youngest son is almost getting dropped on his head by his older brother. Now that is what I call irony. That is what it is pretty typical of my life.
This last week Anthony spent it up north with my parents. He had a blast! He is now covered in tons of mosquito bites and has come to the painful realization that there is also only white milk in his life not just chocolate. It is so fun to see him playing with his cousins and the dynamics that go along in their world together. One minute we love each other the next minute pouting because so and so is on my bike. Just because I walked away from it about 10 minutes or so does not mean that I am done playing with it.
Alex was a complete gem the entire trip there and back. He is such a happy baby when he is not teething and a definitely a joy to the entire family. He gets passed from one set of arms to another and still manages to entertain whomever is holding him with his Jack Nicholson smiles and giggles.
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Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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