The joys of having three boys in my household. Indescribable. Truly.
We have a 13 year old. ( that's him laying in the snow after he wiped out snowboarding.) We also have a ten year old, over there in the yellow jacket, getting ready to take the plunge on a snowboard. Down below, you will see our little monster, our 7 year old. (he's the one that has green hair.)Now when I say things get a little crazy at my house, let me tell you a story so you know what I mean. One day when Emily was still working, I picked the boys up at the babysitters. Drove home, blasted some music, acted like a bunch of goofs. Got home, put Aiden down, (he was 3 at the time,) and the phone was ringing. Turned out to be nothing that important, very short phone call. However, in that time, Nathan, who was like 6, got dressed in his full batman garb, cape and all. Just as I was coming back into the living room, I see him, on the outside of the staircase with a piece of yarn tied around his waste, and looped around the banister. As if in slow motion, I opened my mouth, and tried to yell stop, but before I could get it out, he yelled "To the batmobile!!!", and jumped. Now in his mind, I'm sure the fast fall and sudden thud at the bottom were not all a part of his plan. Just as I see him get up 
and run away, obviously fine and unharmed, I hear Aiden yelling, with his little three year old voice in the kitchen, "I need hewp, hewp, hewp", which translated is help. He had stuck his head in between the arm rest and bottom of one of the kitchen chairs, and couldn't get it out. That was very typical of that time. You'll be happy to know, Nathan no longer dresses up in full batman get up, nor does he repel down anything, and Aiden stopped putting his head into things that he can't get it out of. Instead, we have constant bickering. Pushing, shoving, "don't look at me, mom he won't play my way, dad, tell him to put my guy down, it's not his." And the food they eat, my gosh I am thinking about buying a farm. If I tell Aiden to wait 5 minutes for something, he says but then I have to count to 60 five times?!?!?!?! JB informed me that I am violating his constitutional rights when I punish him for being disrespectful, or as he says, expressing himself. Ya know, right to free speech. One time, my wife and I were working on ways to respect each other, and show love to each other, so at dinner time, she made my plate first, before the boys. This was highly unusual for them, and a frenzy broke out. Full fledged panic. They started reaching in the pan of noodles with their hands, grabbing chicken, it was chaos. Completely hysterical to think about now. And speaking of dinner, our dinner time talk usually revolves around farts, burps, who can throw better, or how many times they got hit in the "nuggets" while playing sports that day. My point is, with three boys in the house, one of them a teen, and one of them a preteen, it gets pretty crazy. Its easy to lose track of how much you love your kids in the craziness of life. But, just when we are at our wits end, and frazzled, and totally understanding the concept behind boarding school, and why some animals eat their young, (kidding), my boys do something exceptional. They do something nice for each other, or us. They console, or play with their sister, whom they all adore. They make cards for my father who is very sick, or they help clean up so we can do something together as a family. Whenever it counts, like a family crisis, my oldest rises to every occasion with a level of maturity that astounds me. My middle son Nathan, somehow, someway, has such an understanding of love and caring, and shows it to people daily, and Aiden never misses a chance to make someone smile. Whenever we are out, or they are at someone else's house, we get such compliments on all three of them. While at times they are crazy, gross, rude, annoying, and disrespectful, there are still other times when they are bright, caring, responsible, funny, compassionate, loving, respectful humans. I just have to be ready to witness it, and look for it when it happens. In them I see so much talent and potential. So much promise. So many dreams I could never fulfill, that they will. So many goals I could never attain, that they will surpass. All children have that. My goal is this: in those crazy times, when I see more stooge than son, and more animal house then home, I'll just remember that they are still boys, finding their way, remember the good things about them, how loving they are to their sister, and be happy that they are my three sons, thanking God every crazy step along the way!!!
and run away, obviously fine and unharmed, I hear Aiden yelling, with his little three year old voice in the kitchen, "I need hewp, hewp, hewp", which translated is help. He had stuck his head in between the arm rest and bottom of one of the kitchen chairs, and couldn't get it out. That was very typical of that time. You'll be happy to know, Nathan no longer dresses up in full batman get up, nor does he repel down anything, and Aiden stopped putting his head into things that he can't get it out of. Instead, we have constant bickering. Pushing, shoving, "don't look at me, mom he won't play my way, dad, tell him to put my guy down, it's not his." And the food they eat, my gosh I am thinking about buying a farm. If I tell Aiden to wait 5 minutes for something, he says but then I have to count to 60 five times?!?!?!?! JB informed me that I am violating his constitutional rights when I punish him for being disrespectful, or as he says, expressing himself. Ya know, right to free speech. One time, my wife and I were working on ways to respect each other, and show love to each other, so at dinner time, she made my plate first, before the boys. This was highly unusual for them, and a frenzy broke out. Full fledged panic. They started reaching in the pan of noodles with their hands, grabbing chicken, it was chaos. Completely hysterical to think about now. And speaking of dinner, our dinner time talk usually revolves around farts, burps, who can throw better, or how many times they got hit in the "nuggets" while playing sports that day. My point is, with three boys in the house, one of them a teen, and one of them a preteen, it gets pretty crazy. Its easy to lose track of how much you love your kids in the craziness of life. But, just when we are at our wits end, and frazzled, and totally understanding the concept behind boarding school, and why some animals eat their young, (kidding), my boys do something exceptional. They do something nice for each other, or us. They console, or play with their sister, whom they all adore. They make cards for my father who is very sick, or they help clean up so we can do something together as a family. Whenever it counts, like a family crisis, my oldest rises to every occasion with a level of maturity that astounds me. My middle son Nathan, somehow, someway, has such an understanding of love and caring, and shows it to people daily, and Aiden never misses a chance to make someone smile. Whenever we are out, or they are at someone else's house, we get such compliments on all three of them. While at times they are crazy, gross, rude, annoying, and disrespectful, there are still other times when they are bright, caring, responsible, funny, compassionate, loving, respectful humans. I just have to be ready to witness it, and look for it when it happens. In them I see so much talent and potential. So much promise. So many dreams I could never fulfill, that they will. So many goals I could never attain, that they will surpass. All children have that. My goal is this: in those crazy times, when I see more stooge than son, and more animal house then home, I'll just remember that they are still boys, finding their way, remember the good things about them, how loving they are to their sister, and be happy that they are my three sons, thanking God every crazy step along the way!!!
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