Pray for Me

In the wee hours of the morning on Saturday, Blaine awoke crying. I went into his room to find out what was the matter. He frantically said, "Momma, you need to pray for me." Confused and in a tired stupor, I managed to mutter out a two-sentence prayer. Immediately after the 'Amen' Blaine was snoozing again.

Now isn't that just the cutest?

Spookley

When Braylon was around 2 years old, his favorite book was a short rhyming board book entitled "Spookley's Pumpkin Patch." We read that board book until we were fatigued of knowing which pumpkin was which color and shape...

Blaine has followed suite. It's his favorite book these days. In fact, the board 'pages' are showing wear and I'm sure there are remnants of sticky food and residue - Sure signs of toddler usage.

Anyway, last night in bed, Blaine (who keeps this book in his bed at all times) again wanted to read Spookley. Big surprise. But this time he turned the tables - He recited the book page by page, nearly word for word back to me. I was both impressed and entertained...That kid is something else!

"This silly pumpkin is red and fat, this silly pumpkin is blue and flat.." You could hear the conviction in his voice - "Soooo many puk-kins and none of them match ... what onderful colors in Spook-ey's puk-kin patch."

In the Closet

Almost forgot this golden nugget moment:

Monday night a good friend was in town for just one day. I was not aware that Blaine did not feel well despite his bad mood. I thought perhaps he was just hungry. As we were rushing to get out the door, Blaine announced he did not want to go out to eat. I tried to twist his arm by reminding him we were going to one of his favorite places to eat. He wasn't budging. He announced to the household, "I will stay here in the closet!"

Then he proceeded to get into the coat closet, park his rear end on top of the vacuum cleaner head, pull the door mostly shut and fold his arms in a pitiful pout. Being the paranoid mother that I am, I had to ask at least 50 times, "Has anyone ever made you get into a closet???" He assured me at least 50 times, "No."

He didn't start crying until we actually left him in the closet. (Don't worry, I came back for him!!)

A Moment of Crisis

Blaine, while sick and extra whiney, had been down with a nasty fever virus all day. He finally perked up a bit late in the day when I went to pick up him up from Granny's. He was playing basketball in the kitchen while Granny and I talked. After just a few minutes, he came in whimpering and crying, saying, "My ball is wet!!!" -insert dramatic cry here - I said, "Why is your ball wet??" He innocently replied, "Because I put syrup on it..."

NEVER a dull moment...

Yes, That's Mud

The new picture includes the boys in a post-mud bath bath. Their bodies look relatively clean, yet their faces were left in the mud... Brandon says that's just part of boyhood. Hmmmmmmm..........

Left Behind: Lovie Edition

Last night was a sad night. A sad night, indeed. Blaine left his 'lovie' - a faded, small blue blanket my mom made years ago - at his Granny's house. We didn't realize it was missing until we were almost home and it was already past bedtimes. I told Blaine he would just have to be more responsible with it, knowing that Brandon would swing by and get it shortly after we got home.

Daddy took about 45 minutes to get home from the time we got home. That was a long 45 minutes! Blaine sobbed in his bed - SOBBED. Crocodile tears flowing freely. Braylon covering his ears as best as he could as he read a book. After 20 minutes of listening to this torture, I sat by his bed and patted him. This brought only mild comfort to him...

All was well when Daddy came home and his look of distraught turned to a small smile of peace. He closed his eyes and drifted off immediately.

'Special Lainey'

Braylon has been wanting to ride his bike a lot lately since the weather is starting to warm up. The last few evenings we've taken a walk to let him get some practice in. Blaine does not yet understand that he is not old enough to ride a bike (nor are his legs long enough to reach the pedals!). Braylon doesn't like to wear his helmet, so in what seems like a gesture of eagerness to ride a bike, Blaine wears it as he walks along with Braylon.

Brandon says this makes him appear 'special.' I think he looks pretty darn cute...