Here they are... my two precious boys. The one with his hands on his hips is Seth. He is 7 and thinks he's 27. He loves to ease drop on adult conversation and add his two cents. His favorite thing in the world is dinosaurs. Let's just say I've been waiting for that obsession to run its course for the last four years. My husband thinks I'm just worried he'll grow up and want to be Indiana Jones, or worse, Ross from Friends. He's happy and curious and never tires of talking.
The little guy is Caleb. He's the baby thus far and has wanted to remain my baby for longer than I planned. We're just now getting him potty trained at 3 and a half. I thought he was going to be in diapers forever. I confess it took a lot of persuasion and a little bit of manipulation. Ah well. Sometimes us parents must resort to plotting and scheming to accomplish our goals. Though I mustn't speak with too much excitement, lest my heavy sigh of relief precede his reverting back to babyhood. Doesn't it always go that way? He's an angel or a devil from one moment to the next but he's so adorable I could just eat him up.
So these are my charges. I pray every day God will give me strength for the task. They're often testing my patience driving cars on the wall or jumping on the sofa, but I wouldn't have life any other way.
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