Cole was over. With Pugsly. That’s Pugsly sticking out of his shirt. That’s where he hangs out. Puuuun! And we all decided that it was high time for an adventure.
So we grabbed our shoes and headed down to our creek. It was the over a month ago. That’s how long it’s been. It was the last time it was brown. Now it’s green. Green and lush and grown in. It’s full of life down there…kind of like a jungle. At least that is what I imagine it is when it’s not Ireland.
Will is so cautious. He likes to watch. Watch and learn. I love that about him.
On a good day, there are many things to collect.
and throw. He loves to throw. I love those crossed ankles.
Cole runs around and collects things for Will. He counts them for Will…telling him which ones are best…and which ones are soft and hard.
It’s a game to Cole but he doesn’t realize he is the teacher here.
then Will throws each item…and Cole laughs and laughs.
He is just the sweetest kind of brother-cousin. He’s teaching Will how to be a boy. a good boy. And I couldn’t love him anymore if he were my own. When he looks at me and smiles – it melts me.
Cole you are the best 6 and a half year old. You make so many people happy. And we are so proud to see you read and be such a good boy at school. And whenever I show Will your picture, he points and smiles really big and sometimes he tries to kiss the photo. We all love you that much…we kiss your picture.
Sorry guys. My mom sometimes reads the blog to Cole and I want to be sure he gets that message.
On this particular day, Cole did a bit of exploring.
He found footprints. I think it was a racoon. We were all very excited. Deerprints are common…but these little miniature hands are a rare and thrilling find.
Did I mention that Will has a fascination with throwing things? Nothing is safe from little A-Rod.
And after Cole slipped and fell into the water, we three decided that it was a particularly warm March day and that we should indulge in a bit of cold water.
Do you have those moments? Those sweet as nectar moments that you just want to freeze? I literally shut my eyes and hold my breath in my chest, and think and concentrate….trying to hold onto it. trying to never forget it.
this was one of those moments.
my boys. one by birth and one by love…my boys being boys. these little guys who are being every bit of themselves as they should be. every bit of boys as they can be. one in the depth of childhood and the other at the very start of it. but somehow they connect. and have so much fun together.
I am happy to dip my toes into this memory. I want to remember that day for a long long time.
I sometimes create memory associations. this one was easy. Cold water rushing on my toes. boys in the creek. sweet and simple.
of course, I would rather forget the throwing. especially when my camera is in the direct line of fire.
But how could anyone forget this? This sweet baby keeping his leg lifted out of the water…while he snatched things up…just to throw.
Will does this thing now where he pulls his hair. I think it’s because he discovered it and he likes to test it. He also scratches his head now too…which is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen…but that’s beside the point. I think his little wet hands couldn’t help but dribble all over his forehead when he checked his locks.
oh what a happy day.
I hope that you all are open to the happiness that could happen today. I hope you invite it in. Nevermind wet clothes or sandy bottoms or keeping your toes out of the mud. Today is a day for happy. Make it happen. Dip your toes in. It’ll be worth it…I promise.