Grunting
I was thinking more about my family and our “best-friendliness.” I realized, though, that we definitely will not always feel that way. There will be years that go by when we (especially the boys in relation to Hubby and I) don’t feel this way at all. But through that time, I hope that two things remain true. I hope my husband and I are always each other’s best friends, and I hope that Sam and Robby remain best friends.
And right now, they really are. Watching them, especially lately, is one of my favorite things I’ve experienced on this parenting journey thing. Sure, they scream at each other and throw toys at each other. But they also hug each other, think of each other, and help each other.
When we were on the way home from the Please Touch Museum recently (No lost kids this time!) (Probably where we picked up THE ILLNESS!), I was asking each person what their favorite part of the trip was. But it was Sam who remembered to ask Robby, despite the fact that his younger brother can’t actually talk. Robby then grunted at him, and Sam said, “I think he said the carousel.” He thinks of him.
And Robby is always there to lend a hand as well. I hesitate to share this, but I just love it too much. Often, when Sam is “going,” Robby will go and check on him. And the exchange typically goes something like this:
“Hi Wobby. I’m doing a poopie. Don’t look at me.”
“Eh?”
“Will you go get my Lightning McQueen, Wobby?”
“Ah.”
goes and retrieves car
“Thanks, Wobby. Will you go and get Doc now?”
“Eh.”
goes and retrieves car
“Thanks, Wobby. Don’t look at me Wobby.”
Who but a best friend, right?
Cute. Cute. Cute.
My oldest is 8, and so far, so good. We’re still all right there with the best friends thing. I think it’s something that has to be intentionally maintained. Although I know that someday she’ll be a teenager, my prayer is that we’ll have the occassional spats and eye rolls but that maybe, against all odds, we’ll still be a tight family through it.
That is too cute! I love to see how my 7 year old 3 year old interact. Sometimes they fight, but then they turn around and hug. My favorite is when my daughter gets protective of her younger brother. I smile to think that someday he will probably be bigger than her and the tables will turn.
That’s so, so sweet…and such excellent blackmail material for when they’re older!!!
Hope things are looking up on the health front; we’ve been thinking of you.
First of all, I’m glad you’re back.
Second - that story (which btw wouldn’t have been nearly as cute without the ‘wobby’) melts my heart. Glad you published it in spite of the hesitation. You’ll be glad one day when they’re thirty. They might not. But you will.
That is the best story ever. Audrey used to say “Don’t hear me!”
So sweet. I know, I live for this stuff.
So cute. What a sweet boy Wobby is!
Oh that is too cute … I hope they remain best friends too. My brother and I were never close (almost six years age difference plus different personalities). We’re just starting to bond more now. I always wished we had been closer and I’m praying that if we have another child that Shorty will be close with him or her.
Glad to see you post … I missed you. Is everyone well now? (I hope)
So sweet, we are kind of getting into that stage as well. I often think how lucky we are to have two kids. They provide so much entertainment for each other.
Jenn
Kids are just too cute! Hope you are having a wonderful Valentine’s evening. My husband is working on a project at the in-laws so I am here alone catching up on a little blog reading.
Have a great weekend!