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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Monday, August 16, 2010


I was in 2nd grade and I was in love. He was my first love and who could blame me! He was perfect. He was brought to me for show and tell. My eyes lit up when I first saw him. He was presented in class with his siblings and then put to the side. I instantly ran to where he was and pressed my face against the glass. He was mini cotton ball with pink little feet and a pink little nose and pink little ears. I had to have him. The $2 exchange was made and my new companion was picked up and put into a recycled butter carton, just large enough for him lie down and rest. I made him a little bed inside, nice and soft and poked holes in his ceiling so he could breath. 

I sat in class with him delicately perched on my desk. He was quiet and gentle and patient. He waited in the butter carton until class was over. The bell rang! I lifted the lid ever so slightly and peeked inside to feel a soft pink little nose tickle me. I lifted the lid more and was greeted by curious staring pink eyes. He was the best little thing I had ever seen. And he was mine. My little Oliver. The rat my mom never wanted and could never get rid of. 

After 3 years I like to think she was glad her little 2nd grader ran home with a little rat in a butter carton just big enough for the poor thing to curl up into a ball. He was a smart little pet. He was friendly. He never ran away even though he was given many chances to. He was eventually buried in the backyard with a little rat ceremony that I'm grateful my parents took seriously for my little broken heart. 


Sheri said...

So... what made you think of cute little Oliver? Are you thinking of getting a pet for Ayden?? I must say those rats made great pets. LOVE YA MOM

JMKunz said...

No not entirely, I have this feeling a little rat might get pretty hurt with our little guys around. We'll have to wait until they're bigger and can understand what "don't squeeze them too tight" means. I was just remembering things from my childhood and thought it would make a cute short little story. :)We'll try again with a fishie pretty soon I think. That's much safer for our children-- ideally.