"I can't believe he works at Best Buy, too!"
This was Wil's excited response after seeing an actor from one of his favorite movies in a Best Buy commercial.
This was Wil's excited response after seeing an actor from one of his favorite movies in a Best Buy commercial.
While decorating the house for Christmas this year, I noticed that Wil was doing everything with his right hand because he had something clutched in his left hand. Annoyed that I was getting only half of his help, I demanded, "What is so important that you can't put it down for five minutes and use two hands?" He took me to the side and gently unfolded his hand to reveal what looked like an average silver key. It had the Lowes logo across the top since that was where it was made and I recognized it to be one of our spare house keys. Realizing that it clearly meant more to him, I asked, "What's so special about this key? What does it open?" He answered, "I can open Lowes stores across the country with this key, so I don't want to lose it."
What Ty said when I asked him why he gets so mad at Wil.
From Wil upon learning he has to go for his physical next week.
We usually save baking for the weekends, but last night I allowed Ty and Wil to make brownies on a school night. The deal was they would do all of the mixing and measuring while I finished the laundry. I probably should have just stayed downstairs because I couldn't pull myself away from the top of the stairs as I listened to them navigate the directions and the cupboards by themselves. When they were just about finished I gave Wil what he needed to grease the bottom of the pan. While I had my back turned he began greasing the bottom -- the outside bottom, not the inside! My eyes flew open wide when I saw what he had done and then I swung my arms around him as he exclaimed, "you said the bottom!"
There is nothing better than seeing the world through our children's eyes.
While listening to Ty and Wil play a baseball trivia game, I noted that the questions seemed really difficult. Wil said, "Mom, of course they are; all of these players played baseball in the 1900s!"
Being born in the 60s, raised in the 70s, a product of the 80s and finally an adult in the 90s never bothered me, until Wil rolled it all up into the "1900s"! Ouch, buddy!
Since Ty could speak, he's been saying "love you more" in response to me saying "I love you." Lately, he's added, "... and you can't prove otherwise!" I always say, "You're right—I can't, but when you have a little boy of your own, you'll see I was right."
At 7 and 8 there's only a few words left that they consistently mispronounce. Enemy is is among them and I smile everytime they wrestle it with their tongues. They are growing up in so many ways, so a mispoken word here and there is a wonderful reminder that they are still my babies and always will be.
Yes, Wil. God places love in each of our hearts when he makes us.