If D-man walks for Mr. J before me I admit it. I’m going to be a little jealous, as in reminding D-man his whole life how he walked for Mr. J but I am the one who carried him in my womb & birthed him. ME & it took like 3 weeks of labor to have him. That’s right THREE WEEKS, THREE– I mean it FELT like 3 weeks even if it only a few hours. Hours become weeks when you are laboring, WEEKS I TELL YA!! WEEKS!! But anyway all mothering guilt trips aside, Mr. J has been trying to help D-man get his land legs everyday. He can’t wait to have D-man take his first steps & he is hoping that when D-man does walk it will be with him. Although I’m wondering if Mr. J has thought through this plan, because once D-man is standing & walking on his own 2 feet you know that he will want to get into EVERYTHING that is Mr. J’s. He’ll be like a flash of toddler lightening.

(and this picture is courtesy of Mr. G who had to also help his brothers out)

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Brotherly love can be so fickle. One minute they are best buds. Then the next minute they are lobbing the “potty” language (as it’s known around these parts) at each other.

Apologies before bed were required for the elder boys. They had to make up for saying mean things. Apparently in calling each other names based on poo is the epitome of awesomeness in insults & kid comeback lines. And apologies are required when such a line has been tossed around because we can’t just let the poo fly, figuratively or literally in these parts.

However, part of me was concerned about the comments about poo for a totally different reason separate from the boys verbally jabbing one another. I just thought about them as older kids & realized that we can’t have them grow up only having “BIG FAT POO-POO” as their best insult or comeback. Instead I’m pretty sure this is another indication that we need to work on honing their social skills. Because I think we can do better with our poo one liners.

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