At the zoo today while pointing at a gecko, Cale said, "Look at that yucko."
While sitting and waiting for the ENT doc to come into the room the other day, Coby told me, "I wish I didn't have strep throat. It would be nice if we had a wishing well." Oh, my sweet baby, I feel the same way. Poor guy. (I think his wish is gonna come true to finally be rid of the recurrent strep throat as his tonsils are coming out at the end of this month.)
After Connor caught a fly ball at a baseball game, Connor asked us if we saw him rob a player (by catching the fly ball). Oh, this kind of terminology tells me my baby is growing up for sure (not that there was much doubt!). Unfortunately, we had to inform him that shortly after watching him rob a player we saw him get robbed himself as another player caught Connor's ball. It's that type of thing that keeps a boy humble!
I asked Darren a question the other day and Cale's response: Heehee. Don't call him Darren! Me: What do I call him? Cale: You call him daddy.
Last thing. Cale hurt himself the other day. Did he come to me, his momma for kisses and love? Nope. He went straight into the bathroom where Coby (always our loving caretaker) was taking a bath. Cale says, "I hurt myself, Coby." Coby asked him, "Well, what do you want me to do about it Cale? Do you need me to kiss it?" Cale of course said yes. From the other room, I hear Coby kiss Cale's injury. Cale said, "Oh, thank you Coby!" and then came running in to tell me that his owie was all better. I so love it when my boys take care of one another. I hope that they'll always be there for one another...and that all the brotherly bickering will start to fade away soon. A girl can dream can't she?
While sitting and waiting for the ENT doc to come into the room the other day, Coby told me, "I wish I didn't have strep throat. It would be nice if we had a wishing well." Oh, my sweet baby, I feel the same way. Poor guy. (I think his wish is gonna come true to finally be rid of the recurrent strep throat as his tonsils are coming out at the end of this month.)
After Connor caught a fly ball at a baseball game, Connor asked us if we saw him rob a player (by catching the fly ball). Oh, this kind of terminology tells me my baby is growing up for sure (not that there was much doubt!). Unfortunately, we had to inform him that shortly after watching him rob a player we saw him get robbed himself as another player caught Connor's ball. It's that type of thing that keeps a boy humble!
I asked Darren a question the other day and Cale's response: Heehee. Don't call him Darren! Me: What do I call him? Cale: You call him daddy.
Last thing. Cale hurt himself the other day. Did he come to me, his momma for kisses and love? Nope. He went straight into the bathroom where Coby (always our loving caretaker) was taking a bath. Cale says, "I hurt myself, Coby." Coby asked him, "Well, what do you want me to do about it Cale? Do you need me to kiss it?" Cale of course said yes. From the other room, I hear Coby kiss Cale's injury. Cale said, "Oh, thank you Coby!" and then came running in to tell me that his owie was all better. I so love it when my boys take care of one another. I hope that they'll always be there for one another...and that all the brotherly bickering will start to fade away soon. A girl can dream can't she?
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you have such sweet boys! I love reading the stories about them :)
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