Fun With Our Sons: Aaron is 9

Friday, April 12, 2013

Aaron is 9

We have been busy living life--too busy for me to keep up with my blog it seems. Since spring break we: celebrated Great Grandma Muriel's 90th birthday, took Kaleb to the store to buy his long awaited new bike, taught Braylen how to shave, celebrated living in our house 10 years, celebrated Easter, gave Aaron a birthday party with his friends, took Kaleb turkey hunting, took Aaron to Children's Hospital for a 24 EEG test, (then buzzed his hair to get rid of the glue--I miss his longer hair but it will grow back!) and finally--celebrated with Aaron on his birthday TODAY!!!

Maybe next time I can post some pictures of our latest adventures. There is much to tell. But for tonight, I have just enough energy to highlight Aaron's birthday.

His party with his friends :)

I realize we celebrate birthdays every year. It should not be a surprise to see my youngest son turn 9 years old. But when I can remember so clearly when his brothers each turned 9...it is hard for my heart to catch up to what I see with my eyes. Aaron is 9 years old. I admit I still treat him like he's 6. Or maybe 7. I need to work on letting him grow into the young man God has planned for him to be, I realize that now. One thing that he still likes to do with me is snuggle...thank you, God, for that! :)

Aaron at 9 years old:
He makes a funny farting sound with his hands--frequently.
He's loud all day long.
He asks me questions I can't answer--like why did God give him his blank-outs, and if God allowed it to happen to him, then why do we give him medicine to stop it.
He prays for our soldiers every night.
He loves his brothers more than anyone.
He loves to fish!
He has lots to say to anyone who will listen.
His favorite car is a camaro or a dually pickup truck.
He may be little but he is strong!

Aaron at our family party tonight.
His cake had Yoshi on it from Mario Kart.

I like the quote on my mothering calendar this week. It says what my heart feels. :) "Children and mothers never truly part, bound in the beating of each other's heart."~Charlotte Gray

Happy Birthday Aaron!!! You are well loved!!!

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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. . .