Here’s a silly little ditty to describe our last two months… We’ve had many do overs and a lot of re-runs.
Park play, homework groveling, endless mounds of laundry piles… “That’s mine!” Two boys sound, sometimes to be heard for miles.
Louder than usual, children play and endless amounts of NOISE… Explosive laughter, spunky and fueled, testosterone-wrestling boys!
Pillow fights, breakfast cereal, lizards and bugs that delight… G-rated movies, ball tag, scared of the dark and night-lights.
Bare feet and McDonald’s (Yuck!), splattered toilets, towels dressing the floor… Electric toothbrush, toothpaste stained sinks, never-ending bathroom chores!
Video games, Capri-Sun juice, Nerf bullets scatter the house… Surrounded by playful boys, oh how they love to rough-house.
Sharpie scribbled jeans, smelly filled backpacks… Longer than normal bathroom breaks, free time, What’s that!
Soccer balls, shirtless boys, skinned knees and stubbed toes… Hopscotch a long favored game, one my husband had never known.
Time-outs, frustration fits, frequent mutterings of complaints… Attitudes and anger screams an unfamiliar page.
Habits of stubbornness and not listening… Grumpy morning rising, color stained sidewalks, “It wasn’t me!”
New PJ’s, super heroes, running around the track… Un-tied shoes, greasy hands, hairstyle complaints, “You copy-cat!
Holding hands, taking turns, butterfly kisses with such delight… Tickle giggles, car music blaring on our Sunday school car ride.
Un-made beds, stained clothes, wrappers left in pockets… Simple green, stinky socks, size 8 and fuzzy blankets.
Stuffed animals, surgery, for a teddy bear family member… Happy dogs, fallen crumbs, and frequent use of the toilet plunger.
Board games, hot dogs, taking turns with Mario Cart… Report cards, stickers, out-grown clothes, returns to Wal-Mart.
Boy smells, skid marks, inside-out clothes, unclean! Once again, empty, another bottle of simple green.
Moments of quiet play, so few and far between… Zero days of rest, for my hubby and for me!
Playing cards, coloring books, fire-hot Cheetos… Endless school fundraisers and hours of play with Lego’s.
Bible stories, curious questions at nighttime routines… Early bed, praying for others, and for troubling little things.
Mysteriously missing. A shiny little coin… Disappearing. Cherry Flavored Chap Stick, maybe eaten by a boy?
Feet on seats, long drives across town… Raising limp bodies and laying them down.
Repetitive questions, sound within our ears… “Are we there yet?” Some answers produce tears.
School mornings, so precious to see… Blown kisses from bus windows and they’re aimed right at me!
No matter bad behavior or attitudes that pout… Throwing of those kisses is enough to remove all doubt.
I love you is spoken in many different ways… Not only when behaving is it reasonable say.
But also in their attitudes they are safe enough to see… We will love them even still, when they act nice or naughty.
Lisa Stokoe ©
BELOW IS A SCRAPBOOK OF SEVERAL SATURDAY ADVENTURES:
“A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones.”
~ Proverbs 17:22