Saturday, January 24, 2009
This has become a common site around here. Boys playing. Together. Without us.
They have common interests, praise the Lord, and spend hours upon hours using their imaginations. Together.
They play with Buzz, because in our house, Buzz is a hero. Superman has nothing on the dude who keeps the universe safe from evil forces. Leaping tall buildings in a single bound is cool and all but until you have saved the Gallactic Alliance from Zurg's evil clutches, you won't be worshiped in this house. That's just how these boys roll.
They also enjoy the approximately 1 million Hot Wheels cars they own. And they pull them out, all over the house, for me to trip on, er I mean play with. The also clean them up when they are done playing, most of the time without being asked. All that nagging has paid off, score one for mom!
Sometimes they hide from me because they are having so much fun. I might make them do something un-fun, like clean up. They just can't take that risk.
These brothers, they are growing up. And while I get sentimental for the chubs they were as babies, I do NOT get sentimental for the constant attention they required. Jay and I have been relishing in the fact that we now have some free time. You know, to do laundry, clean, cook, keep the house from imploding, you know, the usual.
It is, to put it simply, wonderful. The baby, toddler and preschool years were an experience. One that I would not trade for the world. But also? They were hard, tiring, full of temper tantrums (man, did I love those) and took all we had.
Life with two boys aged 7 and 4 is all kinds of great.
Now don't get me wrong, they are still brothers. Which means that they often butt heads.
But at the end of the day, they are each other's favourite playmates. And if that doesn't make up for all the screaming and kicking that went on from age one through 3 and half, I don't know what can.