Not so adventures of the St. Clair clan...

Our boys.  They play together, they fight together.  They are doing the brother thing all day every day.  Harassing, picking, being victims, being instigators.  Sawyer is usually blamed for things because he A) doesn't tattle on people, B) doesn't try to hide what he's doing, and C) will admit to doing whatever it is he has done.  Fischer.  Fischer tattles, screams, cries, lies, and sneaks.  But he has really beautiful eyes and can turn on the waterworks like an A-list actor.  Plus, he's younger and has only recently come into his own.  He gets away with a lot.  Instead of just reacting to his older brother, Fischer has started dishing it back a little. I got a text from Ross a few weeks ago that went like this: Fischer is hiding pretend (read: non-existent) eggs for Sawyer to find.  So far, Sawyer hasn't found any, but he's determined to.   Fischer keeps telling him he's close!    Poor Sawyer never did find any of the eggs, but he is a little more a

A little girl lives across the street from our house.  She's probably nine-years-old.  To our five-year-old, that makes her a big girl.  And he LOVES big girls.  He's fascinated and a little.....okay a lot....obsessed with them.  Case in point, he met his cousin's older cousin two and a half years ago, and he still talks about her, wants to call her, invite her to his birthday, and visit her all. the. time.  He has met her ONCE.  She was sweet, truly.  But he begged to name his sister's after her, obsessed.      Anyway, this neighbor girl rode scooters with him the other afternoon.  That was her mistake.  I let it happen.  It was entertaining.  He shared all kinds of fun facts with her.  She now knows that he has a BB gun, rattle snakes can kill you, he can do wheelies, Black Betty is one of his favorite songs, sloppy joe's are really delicious, and whale sharks are the biggest fish in the sea.  And there may have been something about coconut crabs...   It was

I love the contrasting sides of our children.  It's one of my favorite things that I didn't know I was going to love.  I think it's fair to say that when we have kids, we all know we will love the squishy babies, hearing kids laugh, seeing holidays through their eyes, and dressing them in the cute little outfits (I'm told boys don't wear outfits , but it's my blog). I didn't know how much I'd love seeing my loud, dirt loving, gun fanatic, wrestling maniac five-year-old turn into the sweetest and most gentle big brother while holding his baby sister.  He sits and quietly tells her stories about his fishing and hunting conquests unaware of anyone else in the room, and my heart absolutely melts. Then we have my slightly crusty, flannel loving, mismatching three-year-old that will choose a princess dress from the costume closet because although he likes sand and rocks and sticks and filth, he also likes and appreciates things that are beautiful. I lov