mooshy stuff

this past week, and especially today, i have just wanted to stop time and enjoy my boys at these ages forever.  I have spent the past two to three hours just playing and staring at Ford while Frank is at school.  I love his sweet, soft cheeks.  I marvel at the preciseness of his fingers when he drives his cars and trucks.  I opened the closet door and found 5 pairs of socks that he had nicely put in with his shoes because I guess that is where he believes they should go.  I watch him neatly put things where they belong, and he usually doesn't quit until it is all in its proper place.  He is funny and silly and i can only understand 3/4 of what he says.  I can't imagine what all he is actually saying.  He lets me hug and kiss him, even when he wants to get back to his business.  He would move his bed outside if he could and resents it when i make him come back in the house.  He is incredibly stubborn and I think we are just seeing the beginning of this side of him.  It surfaces around his shirts, his shoes, and the food he eats.  Don't even think about putting bananas on his waffles with peanut butter, and don't even think about crunchy peanut butter or it is already over.  

he and frank continue to sing the Star Wars Imperial March CONTINUOUSLY throughout each day.  they sing it first thing in the morning, during their meals, in the car, and at bedtime.  sometimes i have to put a stop to it before i go insane, but today, i sang it with them because i realized that soon, as with all things, they will grow out of this song.  frank doesn't even remember his love of "O Susanna" and the "Muffin man." and i thought those would be inbedded in his subconscious forever.  So for now, we will love our John Williams and be thankful that at least they aren't singing Bob the Builder.  

frank is so sweet these days and just lives to play with his legos and to please us.  He loves to help and in general just to be with us.  We have followed the lead of so many others and started reading the Little House series.  It is a precious time to share with him as he loves it and loves the time together.  He even enjoyed listening to me reading the Hobbit to Michael out loud on our drive home from Houston.  I asked him if he had any idea what was going on, and he said, "No, but can you keep reading, please?"

maybe i am emotional today because i know in a few short months, life will be turned upside down again, and i will be sleep deprived and hormonal and irritable at these precious boys who won't deserve it.  It took me about a month to recover from just our move, how much longer will it take to recover from having a new person?  Nonetheless, I am getting excited to meet the new man.  I find myself distracted in church these days as i stare at all the new babies around me.  babies smell good.  even their poop smells sweet. 

So...i am putting it out there for all the world to know that i think they are all pretty amazing, and i feel pretty blessed to be their mom.  i'm not sure how i got so lucky.  Two weeks ago, all i wanted to do was to run away and go back to 12 hours shifts at the hospital.  This week, I wouldn't give up being home for anything.

Oh that i could be a more balanced person!!!