Today's blog is brought to you by the letter B. B, as in:
Boys.
Bangs.
Bullets.
Boogers.
Bugs.
Bigfoot.
Butts.
Boobs.
Bambi.
Balls.
Backyard baseball.
And later, other B's will be tried in their lives (though Romeo already is hip to the first one).
Babes.
Beer.
Brats.
Bikini's.
Sunday afternoon, we had our going away dinner for Kasey, my niece; whom has decided to start her life over in the sunny side of Tucson. She will be missed by all of us; most notably though by our boys. I love you Kasey, and wish you the best!
That afternoon, during a 1.5 to 2 hour stint while playing backyard baseball with the boys; I had one of the best memories added to my life, realizing that this time could not be replaced, and while the boys will have forgotten about it by now, I will remember it for years.
Ava was my assistant for shagging errant balls, she took her hacks at the plate, but hated taking every swing (making it abundantly clear how much she hated baseball), as all of the other females in my family do too. She was my trooper, with a constant gorgeous smile on her face, and those incredible curly locks constantly getting blown in the wind ~ I forgot to get her pic, but that image is locked in my brain.
Spaz got in a little separate one on one Pappy time swinging for the fences with her t-ball stand with whiffle balls and bat, but mainly she was AWOL ~ (we still don't know where she disappears to for her private time, as she did not want any part of boy-time). She'd hit one, then run to 3rd, run back to home, run to right field, run to 1st, it was quite the sight, and she could have cared less; we were just enjoying each other.
So anyway, during the games, and while picking at their plates of food; it really is amazing to listen to what little boys talk about if you just listen. I guess it's not too different from what big boys talk about, but wow, it is world's different than from what little girls talk about....
Let's see:
J-rod (the hunter) wants to bang and bag Bambi for the back-strap meat. Plus, he loves to dig deep for the crunchy boogers, not the wet ones, just the crunchy ones.
Romeo (the Casanova) wants a different kind of Bambi, probably for a whole 'nother reason. How is it possible that a 3 year old can already be so infatuated with butts and boobs?, but I'm telling you, his penchant for babes, butts, and boobs is baffling. Oh how I hope he is not the star of Magic Mike 5.
Jack-Jack loves to sing "I'm 'da man" while swinging his boy unit during the outdoor peeing contests, and he seems to always be looking at bugs, or picking up bugs. He might even be sampling how they taste; but I did not observe that...
And then there is WP. Sweet, precious, tender, mother of mercy WP. One of God's most perfect little boy creations. Never gets in trouble, always obedient, and what's this that I think I just hear from his mouth; "I like girls in bikini's, they are pretty like my momma." Of course, to WP, there is only one woman in the world, and that is his momma. I sure hope she is not Momma Bigfoot though, as J-rod will be out to bang and bag Momma Bigfoot one day too.
Boys. Gotta love 'em. One day they will grow up, and I'm sure the old saying will ring true with each of them "the only thing different with men and boys is the price of their toys."
I love my boys. I love my girls too; isn't it amazing though how 180 degrees different boys are from girls? Having helped raise 2 perfect daughters; I didn't really see the difference first hand until these 4 Neanderthal beasts of the Apocalypse came into being.
I love God's sense of humor. He painted us all different colors. He screwed with some of our hair, and caused others of us to not have hair. He gave us all different tongues to speak, and tastes to prefer. He made some of us stark raving mad liberal lunatics, and He made others of us God & Country gun lovers; so much so that we 'eats' bullets for breakfast.
And that's it for the letter B . . . .
