Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Ayden's reverence story

We had a ward Christmas party this year toward the beginning of December. I'll have to admit I was a little nervous to go with just me and the boys. M was sick. But it was well worth it to collect this one little memory A gave me.

Half the ward was in the gym sitting around the tables. The lights were all off besides a few, giving the cultural hall the feel of being in a room with a fireplace and that being the only source of light. I was sitting with a few acquaintances when someone announced it was time to pray and eat. The entire room quieted down and folded their arms. My 2 1/2 did not get the memo that is was prayer time.

The prayer began and about 5 seconds in A yells, "LET'S TALK." Giggles could be heard from other small children as well as some parents. I quickly whispered to him, "A, its prayer time."

His eyes got big with surprise and then understanding of what he was supposed to do. He hurriedly folded his arms and tucked his head into his arms, all the while saying, "oh, its prayer time. Its prayer time." In a very official and bossy manner.

I was still watching him at this point and saw him poke his little head up with one eye open. He sees that a few people are not doing what they're supposed to and decided very officially to say, "dyes *guys* its prayer time. It's prayer time." All the while putting on his boss man, scrunched up eyebrows, face.

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