Ella and Jeremiah took a train to Florida this week to visit with Jeremiah's parents who are in between trips to Haiti.
That means it has just been me and the boys and Zoe. Since Zoe isn't talking too much in understandable terms, my conversations have only been with the boys these last few days.
Only, the boys really don't talk all that much.
Here'a list of some of the conversations we've had:
- The differences between a Ford Mustang and a Dodge Charger.
- How fast a Dodge Charger can go.
- What color Ford Mustang they'd choose if given the option.
- How fast a cheetah can run.
- How old they have to be to get a motorcycle.
- Where one goes to become a ninja.
There have been no fights to referee.
Or at least no fights to my knowledge as they must have been worked out and forgotten before they ever brought it to me.
Super Mario brothers on the Wii has been played more than normal.
I hear expletives like "Oh, MARSHMALLOWS!" when they lose.
Forts have been built.
Sofa cushions have been ridden down the stairs.
Projects have been undertaken.
Lego houses constructed.
There has been some frustrations voiced over my lack of paper airplane making skills and re-transforming a transformer abilities. What can I say, I'm still learning...
I love my boys.
Together they feel so easy, so uncomplicated.
(Individually they are another story...but that's another story.)
I pretend to be put out by their wrestling and messes and ideas and projects and for the love of all that is good and holy why did you think it was a good idea to put a ski mask on backwards and ride your scooter down the driveway barefoot?...
But truthfully I am so enamored by them I can barely stand it.