Crash! Broken glass shattering all over the marble fire place and carpet!
That was the sound of one of my lamps breaking about a half hour ago.
I run into the living room to find my Sammy behind the couch and Tristan running around the house shouting, "Jessica, Jessica, Jessica" as loud as he could.
I acutally thought it was the curio cabinet in the kitchen that had maybe just had a toy or something launched into the 7 feet of glass that displays all of my beloved Willow Tree figurines and the kids' first hand prints of plaster of paris.
No, thankfully it was just a beautiful, tall, elegant lamp that I had a cow for when we moved into this house three years ago. Things have changed so much in three years. Since we have moved in here, Tristan has morphed into a young man, no longer a little curly headed baby bouncing around the house and we have also been blessed with Sammy since our move here on Carpenter Drive.
My boys are the epitome of the saying, "They are all boy!"
We have had black eyes and ears (Sammy is the only human being I have ever known that bruises his EARS!?), a busted lip that required stitches, broken toes (me), lost fingernails, chipped teeth, busted noses (me and Jeremy), fist fights, bruised knees, and skinned up elbows, along with a few broken hearts in this house!
Great memories for those that have ever lived with boys as brothers or sons. They truly are a unique breed of human. My boys will go from antagonizing each other one moment that then leads into a pushing match to only be a hugging and giggling fest the next moment.
We like to get dirty with anything that will be messy and has to be cleaned up in excess!
Without Tristan and Samuel, life just would not be as bright and sunny as it would be without them.
Truly I mean this when I say it, "Thank Heaven for Little Boys!"
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