Sweet Sounds

You think and hope you will remember all the little details about the kids...  Even the smallest things that make me laugh to myself, just make being a mom all worth it.  Brody in his big boy bed has quite the routine right now of what he asks when trying to come out of his room at night after being put to bed.  1).  I pooped. *which isn't the case  2). I 'tirsty', water  3). owie mama, and he mixes in a few others. Now since he is smart enough to know those don't work anymore, he has come up with a better plan. 
Every night he sleeps with his blanky, 2 animal friends, and binky.  He has come to find out that we always help him find these things before bed.  So he will now go and "hide" one of those things in his room, and come asking for it, "Mama my neenies?" with his hands up in the air because he can't find them.  So even though he had them two minutes ago, it mysteriously appears under the bed, or someone else...It is so easy to automatically just get frustrated after all of these times, but I can't help to just chill out and smile to myself...Oh Brodes, if you weren't so darn sweet...A poem I had to share.

LITTLE BOYS



Little boys come in all shapes and sizes,

Shy and adventurous, full of surprises,

With misshapen halos and mischievous grins,

Small dirty faces, and sweet, sticky chins.

They'll keep you so busy, and yet all the while

Nothing can brighten the world like their smile.

And no greater treasure has brought homes more joy

Than a curious, active, and lovable boy!

In and out of weeds and dirt.
squealing, laughing, getting hurt.
Arms held out for loves and hugs.
Tiny fingers finding bugs.
Rough and tumble, sweet and shy.
Snuggling for a lullaby.
Who could name the countless joys
That come from raising little boys."