My boys are sweet, and a little crazy, too. Last night I was TRYING to hang my new curtains with my MIL- she was perched on a chair holding my rod(a lil to the right, no higher, now to the left... you get the idea) when i see my sons ON TOP of my mini van. Why? They thought it would be fun to pretend it was a mountain. I have NO idea how the 2 yr old got up there. After a scolding and kicking them out back to play in the sandbox I thought Id safely bought myself sometime to finish the curtain hanging(surely Sandy had sore arms by now!) then I hear her exclaim "OH! HE's NAKED" I look outside just int ime to see JBrennans buns run by and Jackson mid stride throwing a plastic spear at his brother like some new Guinea native... IN THE FRONT YARD!
NAKED! IN THE FRONT YARD! They are almost 5 and 6- SURELY they know better!They were promptly sent to bed, still naked, (Hey- they wanted to be that way! By morning they had changed their minds- it does get a lil chilly on the willy...) and Sandy and I dissolved in fits of laughter.
As I was tucking them in 10 minutes ago Sweet Jackson says that he doesnt want me to die EVER! See- he'd have to go through LOTS and LOTS of being old without me, and that would be sad. He wants me to always be his mommy and always be here. He piled on the sweet talk and the hugs and love , And then from the bottom bunk comes Brennans voice- 'Yeah- Who would cook for us?"