I LOVE MY BOYS!
There is something very special about little boys. God made these incredibly manly, tough, sweet-and-sensitive but rough-and-rowdy boys and put them in these tiny little bodies that can't quite contain their big personalities.
Henry takes a long time to process everything that happens throughout his day. Usually around bedtime is when I hear the best stories about what has gone on during the day for him. Tonight, about twenty minutes after I put Henry to bed, he came back out of his room sobbing.
It took him a while to get his story out, but the gist of it was that he had found a dead, dried out frog yesterday. Thinking it was cool, but not knowing what to do with it, Henry slipped it into his backpack. On the way to school this morning he moved it from his backpack to his lunch box.
Henry takes a long time to process everything that happens throughout his day. Usually around bedtime is when I hear the best stories about what has gone on during the day for him. Tonight, about twenty minutes after I put Henry to bed, he came back out of his room sobbing. It took him a while to get his story out, but the gist of it was that he had found a dead, dried out frog yesterday. Thinking it was cool, but not knowing what to do with it, Henry slipped it into his backpack. On the way to school this morning he moved it from his backpack to his lunch box.
At lunch time, Henry's teacher found the frog. (One of his friends told her that he had it.) She made him throw it away and apparently told some other teachers. Henry was devasted that the teacher was talking about him to other people--that is one of his great fears.
Even at the young age of five and a half (can't forget that half!), Henry already has pride. Yikes.
On another note, Sam taught the boys to shoot a bb gun yesterday afternoon! They were so cute holding the gun and they both were able to hit a tin can from across the yard. They were pretty excited to be able to hold a 'real' gun and actually shoot it! I know I said it before, but I LOVE MY BOYS! :)
Like when she decided to unroll the paper towels for me yesterday. I'm sure she realized that they would be much easier for me to use if they weren't bound by that silly cardboard roll.
Or when she relieved all of the wet wipes from that awfully confining packaging that formerly held them all so nice and neat. 
The doctor diagnosed an eye infection, likely caused by allergies. (Poor baby, she's not even two and she already has seasonal allergies.) He prescribed eye drops that cleared up the infection in a matter of hours! Modern medicine is really incredible, isn't it?
This is how high up they were! Not a bad height for Jonah, but he's four. Bridget has fairly good balance but she is still a toddler, so I was bit nervous.....I only stepped back to take the picture and then ran back to where she was. Hee hee. :)
