Fun With Our Sons: Two Years

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Two Years

Our Ginger Girl is two years old today! I can hardly believe it! But in many ways, it feels like she's always been a part of our family.

She is always on the go, so I had a hard time getting a good picture of her today. When she finally sat down to catch her breath, she sat in the shade. No surprise there! Kaleb tells me she's just like him. They both love the shade. :)

Two years ago we knew we wanted a dog, we knew what kind of dog we wanted--we just didn't know where to find her! Today we're thankful to have Ginger. She is the perfect dog for our family. Here are a few facts about Ginger on her second birthday.

She is the queen of our yard when she sits in her favorite spot--on top of the picnic table. We like to say she's surveying her "queendom" as she sits on her throne. :)
Her favorite person in the whole world is Derek, but I like to think she's pretty fond of the rest of us too.
She gets worried when I drop "her boys" off at school in the morning. Must be that herding sense she has built in her.
She's better at "keep away" than she is at "fetch."
She's worn a game trail through our yard as she weaves through the trees and along the fence. Kaleb likes to imitate her and run on her trail too.
She's had some wacky health issues, costs us way more money than we'd anticipated, but we love her and wouldn't give her up for anything.
Knowing how much money she's cost us, Derek calls her his camper. :)
Ginger's best dog friend is the dog next door, a yellow lab named Wilson. We love to watch them run and play.
While on a walk, Ginger will ignore the yip-yip dogs barking at her as if to say, "I don't have time for this riff-raff." But she will look at them with her ears perked up. :)
She loves to run beside Derek when he rides his bike. They race each other around the track until Ginger finds the water faucet.
Ginger loves water--from the faucet, in the pool, in the lake, and especially from the hose.

Some people think a dog is just a dog. But in our house, Ginger is more than "just a dog." She is part of our family. Happy Birthday Ginger Girl!!!

When our boys come home from school, they'll give Ginger her present. Her favorite bone, complete with the chicken scent. :)

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What I've Learned While Raising Boys

You know you're a Cub Scout mom when you end up teaching the salesperon which neckerchief slide goes with which age level.

The boys want to be just like dad, but they want to snuggle with mom.

Snuggling and cuddling can quickly turn into a tickling match with daddy, but mommy avoids the tickling to keep snuggling longer.

A carpeted floor always turns into a wrestling mat.

I don't care how old (or how young) you are; if you are male, you will wrestle on the carpeted floor.

I've never heard the words 'belch' and 'fart' more in my life. Nor the sound effects those words represent.

They'll carry toads and eat dog food. Hand them a toilet brush and they think it's gross.

Why mop the boys' bathroom floor when I can wait for them to do it for me? Three showers later, a towel makes a nice mop.

Courtesy flush=an adult walks by the boys' bathroom and flushes the toilet. Courtesy flushes are standard around here.

Hearing me count to 5 changes my child's behavior, if only for a moment.

I get more practice counting to 5 than I did when I was learning how to count.

Pull-ups should never go in the dryer.

Vacuuming the pull-up pieces out of the dryer at midnight is not unheard of.

Rocks, cars, coins, chapstick, crayons, army men, kleenex, and stickers are all washable, but shouldn't be.

If I want a child to be sick, give him clean sheets.

Band-aids really do make it all better.

My camera batteries will die at the worst time. Like they did at my wedding and the birth of my first son.

When I get mad at my son for spilling his drink, I'll spill mine that same day.

Just when I'm ready to sit down with my lunch, my kids need cleaned up from finishing theirs.

The game "I Spy" works great in a restaurant; not in a moving car.

Dandelion bouquets should be checked for ants before gracing my kitchen counter.

I should always accept a dandelion from my son with delight, for someday they will just be weeds in my yard.

I really do have eyes in the back of my head.

The messier the better--living room, kitchen, toy room--for it means my kids are here with me.

I never turn away a hug from my son--soon enough he won't offer them to me.

Things are always better in the morning.

I can never find the scotch tape in my kitchen drawer, but my son has at least 3 rolls in his desk.

My 5 year old can remember attending a funeral when he was 3, but he can't remember to flush the toilet or shut the front door.

I shouldn't be surprised that my 5 year old thinks I was friends with Mary, mother of Jesus, when he thinks 7 year olds are big kids.

Hiding a purchase from an inquisitive child looks like shoplifting.

The number of bathrooms in a home should equal the number of children. All 3 bathrooms have been used at the same time more than I ever would have imagined.

I'm a selfish, self-centered person. God's cure for that? My 3 blessings.

They really are little for just a little while. . .