I knew it was going to happen at some point but I didn't know it would be this soon. As the only woman in this family of six, I expected to be surrounded by ridiculous levels of testosterone and messes. But I thought it would be bearable until puberty, or at least end of elementary school. But with all the poop jokes, farts, burps, and laughing that follows, I feel like I am living in a frat house. These guys are somehow hardwired to think it is hilarious to insert the word poop into any sentence or context. Someone can be in the middle of a melt down but if another one farts, it is all smiles. They adore being naked and even if they don't have to pee, they will squeeze some out if it means they can pee on a bush or some other arbitrary target in the outdoors. I wouldn't be surprised if one day while I am cooking dinner they run through screaming "TOGA! TOGA!" It is funny, and I know there could be worse things, but I am just surprised by how early and strong this instinctual need is to gross me or each other out.
They are tough too. The poor guys have war scars already, mostly from either hurting each other but also from playing too hard. Theodore keeps injuring his handsome little face; I might need to get him a catcher's mask to wear if there is another incident soon.
They are also getting some serious spring/summer fever. I was getting them pumped about our beach trip (which is not until July) and now they are asking every day, "Are we going to the beach today?" Poor guys, three more months is going to be an eternity for them- and ME!
I loved seeing everyone's pics posted on FB from Easter but sadly it was such a whirlwind that we didn't get a family picture. But the boys had fun hunting for Easter eggs and negotiating bites of candy throughout the day.
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| Winston taking a break on the egg trail |
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| Alexander cleaning up |
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| Cool Theo |
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| Happy Benjamin |
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| Gardening with GMA |
