Monday, September 12, 2011

Is That George?

Having a little boy is like no other experience in the world. Maybe I am biased but I am sure that little boys are something so special to their mommies. I hope to experience a little girl too but right now this boy has completely stole my heart and I cannot imagine loving another little one like I love him. He makes me laugh and cry in the same minute and I cannot believe how smart and loving to other people; strangers he is. I am just so proud of him and want to give him so much. I hope I am giving him the tools to be a strong, loving, smart and faithful man.

But some days are harder than others and I get down on myself like most mom's do. When he gets into stuff or messes something up I try to hold in my anger or disappointment but that doesn't always happen. I try to remember that whatever you say and do around little ones they learn from and take with them. I just hope Brent and I are setting good examples most days and the other days he will learn that no-one is perfect not even mommy and daddy and he doesn't have to be perfect either.

On the way to school this morning I had "one of those hit you like a ton of bricks" moments. I usually turn the radio up and we just ride to school, he isn't a morning kid and is usually tired and doesn't say much and I just need to hear music to get my day going so that works for us. But today he started talking about half way there so I turned the music down and we talked the whole way there. I told him I love him and I am so proud of him and that he is so smart. He smiled and said "I love you too mommy" and "your so sweet mommy" when I told him he was sweet.
Then he tells me "I'm gonna save the rest of my pop tart for Jossy" I kid you not I thought O my word. "She likes pop tarts" he says. He is his daddy's boy, and that truly scares me!




Lucas scored him a George jacket this weekend. I have said it before and I will say it again I'm sure in my child rearing years. I hate "character" clothes. The Paul Frank monkey is about all I can handle but when I spotted this "George" jacket for a dollar at the kids sale I knew Lucas would go crazy over it. I have a hilarious story about George and Luke, it wouldn't be the same telling it on here but ask me sometime ;)


Lucas at the racetrack Saturday night.



All bundled up ready for the long ride home Saturday night after the races.


Lucas and his new shirt Pawpa got him, he didn't care that it's supposed to get up to 90 today.

He wanted to show his friends and his teacher his new "Mater" shirt.


O this boy I still cannot believe his is mine....




2 comments:

Jessica S. said...

aww =) love this....and those pictures are the best!

Carol-Anne (Use the Good Dishes!) said...

I have an 18 year old son and he has my heart still...by the way, most psychologists will tell you that the best place to talk to BOYS is in the car. They do better when you're not looking right at them. I've had some great conversations with my son while driving him to school or soccer over the years.