What I love about my boys growing up

There are many things about this stage of motherhood that are easier. Not that it is easy, don't misquote me, just easier.

Jack is nine and Kamden is six. They both have little trouble communicating like regular boys, you know, boys who are like their dad, a man of few words. But their communication skills are sufficient to express their needs, wants and fantasy desires (some of those are interesting...no, you can't have yet another Bakugan toy just because you had to come with me to the store but nice try).

They play for hours together, using their imaginations. Sometimes I get bored because they so don't need my constant attention anymore. That lasts about ten seconds before I find something to occupy me....laundry, internet, cooking, cleaning. Right, who are we kidding, it's not usually cleaning.

All of this is fantastic and makes those years where it was the opposite of this but a distant good memory. I still remember how hard it was at times but with fondness because we are through the other side.

And because daily, I get about 25 of these

And these

And there really isn't anything better than having those arms wrap around my waist.

These are my boys and I love them more than words can say.