Our Other Boys

Our other boys were here this past weekend for a visit.  What?  You didn't know we have two much younger boys?  We do.  They paid us a visit over the weekend.  Officially they belong to my niece but we claim them as our own from time to time.  Especially when we want to remember what it was like having two energetic, fun-loving young men around the house.  And then we return them and get down on our knees and thank God that our real boys are now grown men.  (Just kidding...sort of.)

Patrick and Logan are 9 and very, very, almost 13.  It's so close we consider it done.  Besides he's beginning to act like a teen.  Both boys are quite typical of the male species at their ages.  This one, the big one, the very, very, almost 13 one, is funny, silly, serious, bright (very, very bright), kind, independant, and studious.  He loves books, football, girls, and football.



This one, the little one, is quirky, silly, sensitive, sweet, thoughtful, bright, impish, and kind.  He loves dogs, his mother, cash, and his mother.



Upon arrival they didn't waste any time.  After all there was fishing to be done.  (The little one learned to bait his own hook & how to remove that same hook from the mouths of the little fishies.)



Video games to play.



Fish & ducks to be fed.



Red jeeps to ride in.



Hey, who let him behind the wheel?



There was fire wood to stack & split,



and a splinter to remove.  (He is soooo much like his Mother!)



Their visit took us back to a time when our own boys were young(er).  The days of hide-outs in the woods, match box cars, pick-up baseball games, & The Dukes of Hazard.  And while everything has changed, nothing has changed.  It was great having boys in the house again, listening to them pick at one another and laugh at the joke only they got.

Yet as thoughtful and polite as these two were I was still happy to return them to Mom when the weekend ended.

But guys, we sure hope you'll come back and do it again, especially when the grass needs to be mowed.