Brothers

I still cannot believe I have these 2 perfect boys. I love that I have sons and I am so grateful that they have each other. To use a Noni phrase, they annoy the stew out of each other, but I know deep down they are literally each other's favorites. 

Every thing that Anderson has done at school about being thankful, what he loves, etc. has been about Max. 

"I drew his mixer for him, " Anderson said, so casually. 

Also, super thankful he loves our girls because they are literally our extra high maintenance kids in the winter/spring. So much neediness. I love their hearts, but PLEASE STOP SNOWING AND RAINING so my dogs can play outside/pee without getting covered in mud! Also, while I am praying about them...the shedding. Thank you. 

Always.*

*Some of the time. 

Touching the E Coli fish at the Aquarium. I just love their togetherness in my arms. 

This is not someone's first selfie. CHEESE!

We are all sitting in Anderson's tiny armchair. 

When I found out I was pregnant with Ferg I wished with ALL of my pregnant heart for another boy. I wanted boys for their craziness and their silliness and dirtiness and, most of all, for their mischief. Remember, it was not girls that made the Marauder's Map in Harry, but boys. 

And, to have Mischief Managed, they have to start the mischief! 

Anyway, this is a revisit to Snow Day #48 and you see what I walked into find and why I had to take a pic before pulling him out of there. Mischief. In a vent. 

-He really meant it in a harmless way because he was hoping there might be a slide in there when he opened it. I know he was a little disappointed when there wasn't anything there. 

See those boys on the slide? Such cuties.

These brothers at Ijams. Ferg is so lucky that he gets to participate in so many amazing activities as a part of the constant quest to get Anderson's energy out of the house. 

Dinner with NoniBop at Texas Roadhouse (thank you for dinner! We love free food!) & Anderson totally took over the raising of Max. It really was about time. 

Max was totally fine with eating oatmeal (he likes oatmeal!!) until Anderson was having cereal and then, suddenly, the oatmeal was no longer cool. Peer pressure apparently starts early around here. 

So, those pics sum up SOME of the time. I, of course, do not have a picture of the fighting and annoying and screaming at the top of his lungs (Max), which demonstrate their real life approach to being brothers. Plus, living in this nice, contrived universe is so much better, right?