The Oldest and the Youngest
There's Blake. And Kendon. My oldest boy is holding my youngest boy. And they are staring at the computer. At a hunting or fishing game. Notice the blank, mouth-askew concentration. Glad to see Blake was able to instill some brotherly wisdom in his pint-sized sib.
They are 15 years and three weeks apart. Who'da thunk it? Boys are great. I'd not admit that in the light of most days when Brennan is running around trying to fart on Yaunna or smear boogers on anyone within his arm's reach, when Blake is talking about his new plans to go into the Coast Guard and patrol the Columbia River harbors in a boat with a great big machine gun (remember, we're Uhmerikans), or when Kendon is SCREAMING like a bloody banshee (seriously, we can't go ANYwhere anymore because he screams the entire car ride and I'm afraid that I might intentionally slam into a wall to shut him the hell up)...but I'm hoping that everything I hear about 'Demon Boys Become Trustworthy Teens' is true.
What about the 'Angelic Girls Become Hormonal Hellions'? Good thing we get to pick the day Yaunna checks into the Hall of Puberty. I think it's gonna happen the day we hand her the keys to her new apartment. She should be good and ready by then. Right? ("Moooooommmmm, that is so MEEEEAAANNNN!")
posted by JSY @ 12:13 AM
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Yeah, that glazed-eye, slack-lipped expression. See it all the time in the males in my family too. The official drug for this decade.
Drop by anytime and you'll see my three boys with that exact same comatose expression. They don't share a screen as nicely as your sons though, each one has his own. I wouldn't be able to capture a 'group' shot as well as you did.
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