I know ya'll are probably thinking Big B must be my favorite since I only talk about him. The truth is I talk about all my boys ALL the time. It just so happens I've really only blogged about Big B. I have blogged about MB & Lil B. I just haven't published them yet. I must confess, I do have favorites. But, it changes from one minute to the next.. So, sometimes it is Big B. But, most days they are all 3 my favorite. My favorite something, that is.... Lil B will always be my favorite youngest child. He's my favorite snuggler. He's my favorite to feed cause he will eat ANYTHING. He's so smart, so he's my favorite student. Big B is my favorite oldest child & my favorite "go to guy". I can go to him anytime about most anything & he will help me. He opens doors & hard to open jars. He helps get his brothers up & ready for school & takes & picks em up when he can. I need & depend on this kid way more than he does me. He makes sure I'm awake when I need to be & he lets me sleep when he knows I need it. He's not my favorite child anymore. He's my favorite MAN & I'm already dreading the day he becomes somebody else's. I used to call out for him to hand me stuff that I couldn't reach. But, now, I can call pretty much call any of them. MB & Big B are taller than me now & LB will climb or hop up to reach stuff for me. MB will always be my favorite middle child & my favorite baby (Cause he ate & slept the best) & most of the time he's my favorite to shop for because he is "The Pretty One" & MOST of the time he's the easiest to buy for cause anything looks good on him. The Pretty One has always been my favorite music, movie, & shopping buddy. We share a lot of the same taste in music, movies, & style & did I mention that he's sooo pretty. That's the closest I get to having a girl. Anyway, here lately they been very uncooperative about any photo ops. I've been slacking on my picture taking because, they are so difficult. Not only will they not smile, they won't even look up & most of the time they just scatter & they are STILL never dressed ( & I don't mean dressed up. I mean DRESSED, as you may have noticed from my 2004 flashback, they usually only wear underwear around the house). So last night I had a little meltdown while trying to take some candid shots of them around the dinner table. After working 4 shifts in a row, you could say I was a little grumpy when I woke up from my "NAP". Anyway, I had to be dramatic & add some tears to my yelling. I reminded them how much they loved looking through the old albums & all of the pics I took when they were little. I went on to explain that I'm trying to keep the albums up & they will one day regret not letting me take my cheesy pictures & getting pics of them @ this age. The Pretty One gets up from the dinner table & runs off to is room. I begged him to come back & finish eating & promised to put the camera away. I could hear him yelling something back @ me from his room. I went in there to convince him to come back & finish his supper & he was in his closet getting dressed. I said : "What are you doing? Come back & finish eating. I promise no more pictures tonight." The Pretty One then said : "No, it's OK. I'm coming. I'll be right there, I'm just getting dressed because, If you are planning on showing these pictures to your grandchildren, I need to be wearing something that defines me & who I am."........
Uh yeah, that's what he had said & my response .........Yeah, I got nothing to say back to that. I'm just laughing to myself & smiling inside. Cause, I always dreaded them outgrowing the cute baby, toddler, & preschool phases, when they are so sweet, innocent & say the cutest things. I truly thought I would never enjoy having teenage sons, with all of their violent video games, camo, & guns. But, they are still so sweet, most of the time, & they still say pretty cute things. But, what I enjoy the most right now is laughing with them. Because, they are so funny. My childishness & lack of maturity puts us all about on the same level. So, except for the rare occasions that I may be attempting to be a good momma, set a good example, teach or discipline them, we all get along pretty great.
So, what did the Pretty One put on to come back to the dinner table to eat & humor this old momma with some casual candid pics: a t-shirt of course.
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| ~ My favorite 16, 13, & 9 year old ~ |
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| ~ Although, he doesn't always think we are as funny as we do, we still like having him around. So, we let him hang out with us most of the time. After all, he has the boat and 4 wheel drive, & he's got all kinds of handy, mad skills. |
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