Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Flipagram - A Glimpse At Our Past Year '13


Along/Lawn

-Keenan: Dylan do you want to watch a movie with me?
-Dylan:  Sure
-Keenan: Really?  Okay I will get it ready! (walking out of the room) Dylan I wish we got along.
Dylan didn't respond to the sincere comment Keenan had just made.  After Keenan repeated himself one more time with no response from Dylan
Me:  Dylan did you hear your brother.
Dylan: Ya I told him I would watch the movie.
Keenan: Oh ya the movie.  But I do wish we got along. 
Dylan: A lawn, what lawn are you talking about weirdo.
Keenan:  No Dylan, along.
Dylan:  I heard you Keenan, but I don't know about any lawn.
Keenan: (long sigh) Dylan I mean you be nice to me, and I be nice to you...a-l-o-n-g.
That made my night.  Dylan couldn't understand Keenan's pronunciation of a word so Keenan explains the meaning of the word to him.   

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Reminds Me of.....

 
KEENAN
DYLAN

Things I've Learned From Raising Little Boys

Batman lives forever. Boys, even at a young age, realize the importance of super powers. They want to be good and believe in the existence of ultimate good in the world. Boys sort out their identities in relation to the mythical characters they hear about. Both my sons are obsessed with superheroes. They wear full costumes, even to the grocery stores. What amazes me even more than their dedication to the superhero is how the deli worker or the guy hanging off the back of a garbage truck sees them and shouts, “Batman!”or "Superman"

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Things I've Learned From Raising Little Boys

When in doubt, hug.
Boys seem to have a much harder time than girls verbalizing their problems. My 6-year-old will sometimes burst out into tears after seemingly trivial events. I know there is something deeper going on, but I am not going to get it out of him, at least not at that moment. So the solution is physical not verbal. I spend a lot of time just hugging my boys. I usually have no idea why. But as a default cure-all, it seems to work wonders. A minute later they are all patched up and ready to rumble again. I was once asked by a male friend of my "What does your Mom put in those?  There's some kind of magic in them."  He was talking about the hug he had received from her at a friends wake.  I couldn't agree more.  But that just proves to me that boys need hugs.