You Say Boring Like It's A Bad Thing

I'm baby hungry for the first time ever in my married life. I have to qualify that statement with "in my married life" because when I was 16 I was sure I wanted a baby. After all, my Flour Sack Baby, Gabriel, was the best cared for baby in my Family Development class in high school.

Looking at pictures of my friend's little baby girl pert'near done me in yesterday. Second to wanting a little baby girl, I want to be in her hand-me-down line.

I feel like I could do it right this time. You know, having a girl and all. My memories of Avee's infancy and even toddler years are so hazy. I think never knowing which end is up will do that to a person.

Today my little angel boy came home with a gold seal on his shirt. Some other kids were making fun of a classmate and he stood up for the boy and told the other kids to stop. I got tears in my eyes when he told me this. There are so many things we want for our kids to do and be in life. For me, being kind and helping the underdog is probably one of the most important things I want for my kids.

This is especially tear-envoking for me because Bo tends to be very...eh, shall we say, matter-of-fact when it comes to emotions and feelings. You know, like a boy. If someone's annoying him he tells them to be quiet. If someone's boring, he tells them they are boring. If someone says they only time they've been out of the country was when they went to Colorado, he buries his face in his hands and sighs loudly. He isn't exactly....considerate.

He also, in the past has been somewhat timid when around a lot of other kids, and definitely more of a follower. I think his teacher this year has done a lot for his confidence and really teaching, encouraging kids to be nicer, more thoughtful. This all makes me very happy.

But even if this did make me cry, I'm still not the biggest baby in our family.

Last night J cried while reading to the kids, "I'll Love You Forever". I was at work. All three kids were sitting on his lap, snuggled up as he read to them.

When he told me about this, I laughed heartily. He said all three of the kids kept looking at him and Avee said he sounded like a grandma. I was SO eager to hear Avee's version of the story this morning. She did not disappoint. She's kind of a heartless little 4 year old, the way she was kind of laughing about it. I don't know where she gets it....

Now I have to call J and make sure he's okay with me outing him on my blog like this.

He says it's okay. He also said this post was boring. Tomorrow I'm going to blog about how much he cried when I punched him in the face for calling me boring.

I think that's pretty much all I have to say. Dang. I hate it when J's right.