the fourth edition

 
 This is your little game, the way you've found to connect.   Grant loves to get his fingers wrapped tightly in any hair that he can reach, so you give him your whole head, John, and let him dig in. Then you start screeching, "Nooo! Don't pull my hair!" and you yank your head back as he holds tight. I'm always surprised Grant isn't scared by the volume, but he thinks this is the greatest game ever and looks at you bright eyed and giggly.

This is your little game, the way you've found to connect. 

Grant loves to get his fingers wrapped tightly in any hair that he can reach, so you give him your whole head, John, and let him dig in. Then you start screeching, "Nooo! Don't pull my hair!" and you yank your head back as he holds tight. I'm always surprised Grant isn't scared by the volume, but he thinks this is the greatest game ever and looks at you bright eyed and giggly.

   
  
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  This past month was rough with you boys, forgive me if I turned my back on you and walked away more times than I care to admit. My brain is constantly thinking “I can't laugh at that, no I need to separate them, or maybe I should put them on time-out? Do not laugh, whatever you do…DO NOT laugh” Your energy is usually contagious, and you boys are learning at a very young age that how you two are interacting usually determines my mood. You're sometimes evil about it, you two can almost sense when I’ve had the worst day and you push me to the limit. Food that is intended for your mouths ends up on the floor, boogers that belong in your nose end up in your mouth, pee that belongs in the toilet ends up everywhere else but in the bowl and sword fights turn into tears. When I need a break, I put you in the cage (also known as a trampoline) and let you burn off some energy. It is one of my favorite times of the day. Sometimes I even document it for you, so I can remember that these are the “magic” times and maybe I should just laugh a little more.

This past month was rough with you boys, forgive me if I turned my back on you and walked away more times than I care to admit. My brain is constantly thinking “I can't laugh at that, no I need to separate them, or maybe I should put them on time-out? Do not laugh, whatever you do…DO NOT laugh” Your energy is usually contagious, and you boys are learning at a very young age that how you two are interacting usually determines my mood. You're sometimes evil about it, you two can almost sense when I’ve had the worst day and you push me to the limit. Food that is intended for your mouths ends up on the floor, boogers that belong in your nose end up in your mouth, pee that belongs in the toilet ends up everywhere else but in the bowl and sword fights turn into tears. When I need a break, I put you in the cage (also known as a trampoline) and let you burn off some energy. It is one of my favorite times of the day. Sometimes I even document it for you, so I can remember that these are the “magic” times and maybe I should just laugh a little more.

 Together but worlds apart. That's become the norm around here. You like to play in the same place with the same things but rarely are able to interact much without a fight. You play so differently and Ayden, you struggle to understand this little person who enjoys messy chaos and often communicates through excited screeches. It will get easier and the two of you will come up with a system that works. But your age gap and personalities keep you at arms length for now. Be patient, my loves. 

Together but worlds apart. That's become the norm around here. You like to play in the same place with the same things but rarely are able to interact much without a fight. You play so differently and Ayden, you struggle to understand this little person who enjoys messy chaos and often communicates through excited screeches. It will get easier and the two of you will come up with a system that works. But your age gap and personalities keep you at arms length for now. Be patient, my loves. 

   
  
 
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  Dear Jack,  I always thought I was your biggest fan.  You had a baseball tournament this past weekend and I saw every pitch you threw and every single swing of the bat.  As I cheered for you, I noticed something.  I have an echo.  It makes me laugh because Sam is right there on the fence cheering for you.  “Come on Jack!”  “Nice pitch, Wild Thing!” “Let’s go Bandits!” Your little brother is there watching everything you do.  He gave up his entire weekend to sit at the baseball field and watch you play….because he wanted to.  He wants to be around you and your team.  You are the “cool kids.”  He even wears your old jersey and team sweatshirt with your name and number on it to the games. And when you make a mistake or miss a play, he watches how you react. Thankfully, you are graceful in defeat.  When there is a minute of down time, he timidly walks to the edge of the dugout to see if you want anything from the concession stand.  You totally make his day when you say yes.  When you ask him to get you a bag of sunflower seeds or Big League Chew, he feels like he is contributing.  So really, thank you for not totally blowing off your little brother when you are at baseball.  Even when you can’t take the time to talk to him from the dugout, you are kind.  I know that isn’t always easy.  I am proud of you for that.

Dear Jack,

I always thought I was your biggest fan.  You had a baseball tournament this past weekend and I saw every pitch you threw and every single swing of the bat.  As I cheered for you, I noticed something.  I have an echo.  It makes me laugh because Sam is right there on the fence cheering for you.  “Come on Jack!”  “Nice pitch, Wild Thing!” “Let’s go Bandits!” Your little brother is there watching everything you do.  He gave up his entire weekend to sit at the baseball field and watch you play….because he wanted to.  He wants to be around you and your team.  You are the “cool kids.”  He even wears your old jersey and team sweatshirt with your name and number on it to the games. And when you make a mistake or miss a play, he watches how you react. Thankfully, you are graceful in defeat.  When there is a minute of down time, he timidly walks to the edge of the dugout to see if you want anything from the concession stand.  You totally make his day when you say yes.  When you ask him to get you a bag of sunflower seeds or Big League Chew, he feels like he is contributing.  So really, thank you for not totally blowing off your little brother when you are at baseball.  Even when you can’t take the time to talk to him from the dugout, you are kind.  I know that isn’t always easy.  I am proud of you for that.

 We just wrapped up another season of soccer and school is getting ready to be over for the year. I am so proud of both of you!  You are both amazing soccer players, one of my favorite things to do is cheer you both on from the sidelines. Your Daddy usually wanders to the other end of the field because I get a little too excited sometimes...well maybe more than sometimes! I can remember when I played basketball, I could hear my Dad hollering for me over the crowd during our home games. I didn’t play much because I am not as athletic as the two of you, but it still made be feel good.   We have 18 baby goats now! They provide us with a ton of entertainment in the evenings. This particular baby goat’s name is Oscar, the past two years we have had baby goats that looked just like this one, brown with a white belt around their belly. It is kind of crazy to have one like that yearly, but we do live on a crazy farm.  Love you both, Momma

We just wrapped up another season of soccer and school is getting ready to be over for the year. I am so proud of both of you!  You are both amazing soccer players, one of my favorite things to do is cheer you both on from the sidelines. Your Daddy usually wanders to the other end of the field because I get a little too excited sometimes...well maybe more than sometimes! I can remember when I played basketball, I could hear my Dad hollering for me over the crowd during our home games. I didn’t play much because I am not as athletic as the two of you, but it still made be feel good. 

We have 18 baby goats now! They provide us with a ton of entertainment in the evenings. This particular baby goat’s name is Oscar, the past two years we have had baby goats that looked just like this one, brown with a white belt around their belly. It is kind of crazy to have one like that yearly, but we do live on a crazy farm.  Love you both, Momma

   
  
 
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  Archer you know just how to make Gryff collapse into a fit of giggles, which in turn spurs you on to your next trick. And although you are often stealing any and every toy he touches, more often you are asking him to join you in your fort, or your hiding place, or your box. Watching the two of you play together lights a fire in me. In watching you play for a few moments I see a deep friendship growing, gentle caring for one another, wild energy running between you, and idealization & modelling. I know as you grow up together these things will change, and some may even fade for a time, but you are connected for life. The bond between you will withstand anything. 

Archer you know just how to make Gryff collapse into a fit of giggles, which in turn spurs you on to your next trick. And although you are often stealing any and every toy he touches, more often you are asking him to join you in your fort, or your hiding place, or your box. Watching the two of you play together lights a fire in me. In watching you play for a few moments I see a deep friendship growing, gentle caring for one another, wild energy running between you, and idealization & modelling. I know as you grow up together these things will change, and some may even fade for a time, but you are connected for life. The bond between you will withstand anything. 

   
  
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  Where I find you, I will usually find your shadow. You tend to use it to your advantage by coaxing him into mischief. And he happily follows along because wherever you are is where he wants to be, too. I wouldn’t be surprised to one day find you feeding him mischievous ideas while standing back to watch as he goes into action and subsequently gets into trouble.

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  This last week was Atlys' 5th birthday, seriously where has the time gone!!  Tyton was so sweet to Atlys this night, most likely because he wanted him to share his toys. Bahaha.  None the less, he helped me make his cake and lit all of the candles for his brother.  They do love each other sometimes. 

This last week was Atlys' 5th birthday, seriously where has the time gone!!  Tyton was so sweet to Atlys this night, most likely because he wanted him to share his toys. Bahaha.  None the less, he helped me make his cake and lit all of the candles for his brother.  They do love each other sometimes. 

 My Boys, this evening the weather was beautiful and we made the spur of the moment decision to get food from the grocery store and enjoy a picnic dinner at the playground. I watched you all follow each other around like little shadows — one after another, after another. Each younger brother looking up to his older brother wanting to do the things that he saw his older brother accomplish. As we were leaving, you all decided to climb these rocks. You lined up, one, two, three; the largest down to the smallest. And as I looked down at your baby brother asleep in his wrap on my chest, I smiled knowing that he had three amazing older brothers who would teach him everything there is to know about being a boy. 

My Boys, this evening the weather was beautiful and we made the spur of the moment decision to get food from the grocery store and enjoy a picnic dinner at the playground. I watched you all follow each other around like little shadows — one after another, after another. Each younger brother looking up to his older brother wanting to do the things that he saw his older brother accomplish. As we were leaving, you all decided to climb these rocks. You lined up, one, two, three; the largest down to the smallest. And as I looked down at your baby brother asleep in his wrap on my chest, I smiled knowing that he had three amazing older brothers who would teach him everything there is to know about being a boy.