Love Thursday: Peekaboo

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I know that I’ve written before on Love Thursdays about my two boys and the fact that they are starting to play together. But, man, in the last week, they have made some strides together regarding playtime and I am just overwhelmed with this love for the two of these boys.

We’ve been spending a lot of time in the playroom, the three of us, as LittleBrother is now really old enough to play with a large majority of the toys with my supervision. There are still some minor worries like BigBrother’s cars and trains with little wheels but, for the most part, it’s a safe place with my presence.

They often play independently. LittleBrother chases one of the billion-and-one balls around the room, chanting “ball!!” over and over again while BigBrother crashes trains and cars and fire trucks off of his table and onto the floor. Or his own foot. Or his brother’s head. Or my foot. It’s great fun. But, as I said, in the past week, they’ve been doing this thing where they actually play together. And not just roll around on the floor and laugh-slash-wrestle (though there’s some of that, too). But actually play.

A few examples: BigBrother let LittleBrother sit at the table (I had to help him into the chair which made him very excited) and not just touch his Lightning McQueen but push it off the table into a firey (or, notsofirey) crash below. Laughter ensued. They then pushed the cars back and forth for awhile until LittleBrother fell off his chair onto my foot. If it’s not one thing it’s another, right? They’ve also been enjoying cooking in their kitchen. (Why, yes, my boys have a kitchen! Why wouldn’t they?) LittleBrother loves opening the doors and they both love making noise with the metal pots that my Mom bought for them. (Gee, thanks, Mom!)


The picture series above (click to view it in a larger size), though, is of one of the many games they are starting to play together. BigBrother was peeking under one side of the easel. LittleBrother was then hiding his face and then playing peekaboo by looking around the side. The laughter was contagious. You can also see LittleBrother’s scrunchy face which was featured in last week’s Love Thursday post. It’s all very awesome, really. Quite honestly, I could have been waving flags, singing the ABC’s and banging on the metal pots and pans and these two would not have cared one lick about what I was doing. They were so infatuated with each other’s presence.

This is so what we wanted for our boys.

That said, BigBrother doesn’t always share. And I think LittleBrother is teething again because he’s been bitey the past few days. In fact, he bit BigBrother’s lip last week. Yikes on that one! All the same, those run-ins don’t even make a dent in the awesomeness that is currently taking place. I’m sure I’ll need to look back at this post in a year or two (or next week) to remind myself that my kids once loved each other without hesitation but, well, I don’t want to think about those days yet. I want to live in this moment.

I want to love in this moment.

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It’s Probably My Fault He Isn’t Crafty

BigBrother’s preschool open house was last week. He wasn’t all that interested in showing us his artwork because his friends were there and playing was far more important than what his Mommy and Daddy thought about pumpkins, cats, owls and scarecrow. All the same, FireDad and I made our way around the classroom, checking out his handiwork.

When we found his pumpkin, we were delighted. No. It’s not the most symmetrical pumpkin. No, it’s not even painted all orange. It’s not going to win awards. But our son made it. Himself. And we’re proud. One of his teachers comes over, noticing us looking at his pumpkin and says:

“He’s not very crafty.”

She says this with a smile. My Mama Bear instinct was to punch her in the mouth. Obviously, I did no such thing as you didn’t hear about a brawl at a preschool open house on the national news. But, seriously? Why would you need to say that to a parent? I’m aware that he’s not the most crafty kid on the block. But did you need to point it out while we were delighting over his pumpkin?


Of course, once I smiled back at her, the Mommy Guilt set in. Have I failed my son(s) in this area? Should I really be working harder to instill craftiness? We color. Not inside the lines yet but he’s at least acknowledging that lines exist. We make things from time to time. No model cars yet but we’ve worked with glue and scissors. Should I be doing more? Or is it solely to blame on my faulty genetics? I don’t particularly enjoy crafty things. I don’t know that I even possess a truly crafty bone in my body. I have an eye for things but mostly only for knowing what looks good to buy, not knowing how to create it. Is BigBrother doomed to asymmetrical pumpkin making forever because his Mom can’t figure out how to draw a stick figure?

Then again, BigBrother is a mover and a shaker. I can convince him to sit down and color with me or to make a craft once in awhile. But only once in awhile. And ever so quickly. And then he has to race off to return to whatever he was moving or shaking when I interrupted him in the first place. Do I see this as hyperactivity? No. I see this as an energetic kid who has a really awesome imagination and plays amazingly by himself. I’m not going to argue with those things as even the energetic part is good when it comes to wearing himself down for bedtime.

So, no. My oldest son is never going to create the next Mona Lisa. Maybe, instead, he’ll be a great abstract artist. I mean, the cat with one ear on his face and the other on his head like a unicorn horn? That’s great stuff, isn’t it? All the same, maybe he has inherited my love for words. He does love to read. He will stop moving and shaking if you offer to read to him. And he now tells you the story and recites many by memory. Perhaps, then, he will be a fine crafter of words and win the world with his attention to detail and ability to connect with each and every reader on a different level.

Or perhaps he’ll just be himself.

Whatever he does, I will think it’s the best darn thing ever done.