Looking at the Boys...

I have been staring at these two boys for so long now, and you'd think that it might get old. But nope, it don't. I keep wishing that I had a camera imbedded in my eyes, because I'd like to capture so many small moments that can only be seen at the times when you are least likely to have a camera... Like when we're all in bed, both boys are sleeping, and I look up and see the two most handsome, serene faces any mom could see. Every time I think, "God I wish I had a camera!" But know that if I were to get out of bed, that moment of serenity would be lost...


{{Sigh}}


Having two boys you love the moments of serenity. You drink them up like a glass of water on a hot summer day. Especially my boys. They are so darn ACTIVE.



It was hard enough when it was just G and I. Then M came. I miss the times that G and I had alone, when we were buddies. I miss just being able to give him one hundred percent attention. Don't get me wrong, I am completely and totally in love with the baby, but there are days that make me realize that I absolutely MUST take time out for G alone more often, even if I gotta just take him to the park and romp around. And of course, when he's a little older, I have to do the same with M...


There are times I just sit here and stare at both these boys. I realize that my heart is outside my chest with them. I can't stand to see them hurt. I can't stand to see a tear in their eye, a cut or bruise on their skin, or even the teeniest scratch. I wish I could take all the pain away from them...


Daredevils they are, however, there is no way I will be able to shield these rambunctious boys from day to day life. And not only are bruises and scratches the norm in this house, but they seem to be more common than you'd realize.....