Thankful Thursday

It's time for another long overdue Thankful Thursday post.  In my ever hurried life, more often than not, I forget to stop and smell the roses.  I forget to enjoy the small things, be thankful for all that I've been blessed with, and most importantly, I forget to cherish the time with my children.  So I dedicate this post to my sweet boys.  I want to give a small list of thankfulness for each of them.

Colin, my first born, my oldest, my big boy

1. I am thankful that you not only still let me hug and kiss you, you melt into my arms every time.  Sometimes it makes me think I don't do it often enough, but I'm convinced I could hug you for 24-hours straight and it still wouldn't be enough for you.  You are just a sweet, sweet boy and I love you dearly.

2.   I am thankful for your polite manners.  You may not always use your best manners (yell much?) but when you do, it just makes me smile from ear to ear.  When you adamantly say, "Yes, ma'am" without complaining, I am so proud that I've at least taught you one good thing in life.

3.  When you talk in a little voice to your brother and call him "baby" is just the sweetest thing.  There may only be 3 years between the two of you but the way you talk to him, you'd think he was a newborn.  You practically goo and gah over him and even though he doesn't generally like it, that doesn't stop you.  You can tell how much you love him!

4.  I am thankful for your funny little ways of saying things.  You cannot get the concept of tomorrow or yesterday, instead you refer to them as the other day (yesterday) and the next day (tomorrow).  It doesn't matter how many times I've tried to explain it, you just have your own way of speaking and thinking.

5.  I am thankful for your healthy eating habits.  The boy loves to eat and eat a lot.  You think about food every waking minute.  When you finish a meal, you begin to ask when snack time is.  When you're not familiar with something on your plate, you ask if you've had that before and whether or not you like it.  If I say you have and that you did like it, you just eat it without even thinking about it.  You will almost always clean your plate if there's a dessert involved!

Sawyer, my baby, my little biscuit, the grand finale

1.  I am thankful for your uncanny ability to use one word, "uh," to communicate nearly everything.  Your one word grunt is more powerful than an entire dictionary of words.  Despite your one-word vocabulary, you are still learning more and more words every day to add to your repertoire.  I have no doubt, you're vocabulary will be just as extensive as your brothers in no time!

2.  I am thankful for your devilishly good looks.  Vain much?  I'm allowed to be because I'm the mother and I had a hand in making you!  Your white blonde hair that is long enough to put in pigtails and your big blue eyes are just too beautiful for words.  You are a show-stopper for sure.  Daddy says it's a good thing you're cute because you need it to counteract your wild behavior.

3.  I am thankful for your sense of humor.  You are a clown and love attention.  You love to laugh and you love to be laughed at.  You love to laugh at your brother when he does silly things - the sillier the better in your book.  Tickling is your favorite, at least for a while before you start shaking your head and saying, "naoh, staap" (no, stop) in your highest pitch.

4.  I am thankful for your ability to entertain yourself.  You can play by yourself for a good 20 minutes before even realizing someone else is in the room.  We can put you outside with a pile of toys and you're good to go.  Your brother requires more hands-on 'help' playing but not you, you're perfectly content just playing by yourself.

5.  I am thankful for your 'humpy' hugs.  The way you tuck your little hands down into your stomach and nestle your head on my shoulder, just makes it feel like you're melting into my chest.  I could snuggle just like that for hours on end (if my hyperactivity would allow it).  You are such a sweet boy.

I am blessed beyond belief with 2 of the sweetest boys.  Sure there are times when they are wilder than bucks but I'm trying to direct my attention away from those negative thoughts and more towards the good times.  I want to remember this stage as a fun time, a time when I wasn't a maniac mom.  I'm working on it.  As much as I wish it did, it doesn't just happen for me.