It’s spring. There is life. And, it is loud… louder in the spring…
so… outside we go…
Let’s be honest…
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raising boys is… LOUD…
even when they’re outside…
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And what are pint-sized farm-flying superheros without a front-porch, bluegrass uke pickin’?
(I love the expression on little T’s face… it looks like a happy accident, but no, that’s one of his famous faces that I love!)
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I’ve been dreaming up these photos for about two years… it’s not quite what I had in mind, but that involves rain (not tornadoes and thunderstorms that we’ve had in recent weeks!) and I just may have to wait on my wishlist
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I’ve pictured this with primary colors (the ukes came later) and I got lucky that my fellows each love one of these colors. We color code everything for them here. It makes life much easier when they can have the exact thing in their own color
. Can you believe I found ukuleles in red, yellow and blue?!
Back to boy-raising… and honesty…
Where was I? Oh yeah… boys are loud…really, really LOUD!
And, well, farmer daddy and I are slow learners and don’t always have our ducks in row…
Tonight, for instance… after a little photo session, I wanted to give them a treat. So, just a few minutes before bed time, I loaded them up with Ale8 (a real treat, we don’t keep that around) and lemon bars… YEAH, I KNOW… not SMART… they’re louder NOW! Not only are they louder, they are currently sliding down the stairs on their bean bags… wait… what?! I’ll be back…

OK, I’m back… every one’s alive…
Farmer daddy is putting them to bed while I’m “working”
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Parents of all girls probably get scared when they think about those who parent all boys… the dirt, the noise, the guns (everyTHING in the house is a gun or a sword. A mama can’t even have a broom be a broom around here), the cars, trucks, trains, tractors, the noise…

But… nail polish and hair bows (well, actually brushing hair) scares me… I’m cut out for this life with boys… most days, anyway![]()
I love raising little caped crusaders. Matter of fact, during this little photo fiasco, at one point from all three boys I heard, “Don’t worry mom, I’ll protect you… with my strong muscles… with my yight savor (light saber)… I’ll get all the bad guys…”
Only little boys stand around and cheer when a stopped-up toilet is plunged and a catastrophic overflow is averted.
We are celebrating and sighing now… while they are yet little and still dependent on us for most things, they are growing and thriving… independently… “L” cleans two bathrooms weekly and is a reading maniac (this is the one I thought I had scarred for life and who might never pick up a book!); “W” & “T” share the chore of putting away flatware and serving utensils; “T” is well on his way to completely dressing himself; “W” is reading now (typing that gets me weepy, that’s 2 out of 3).
Just moments ago, the oldest of the three went to the restroom before bed. (this was when all the cheering and plunging was going on). Quite some time later, he said, “hey, mom…” from behind the nearly-closed bathroom door. I could see a little sliver of him from my desk in my bedroom. “L…,” I snapped, “why are you not in bed yet, why are you still in there?”… “Mom, I was just looking at you… at how pretty you are…” me, hunched over with bad posture typing away, squinting at the screen… sigh…
And, as he came to say goodnight, his two little brothers popped out of their room and lined up to each plant three kisses on my cheek. I don’t deserve those dudes, not a one…
they are forgiving (more so when Ale8 is available)… and they are snuggly… and they like to have fun… and they would prefer that I didn’t yell… I’m working on that…

I’m working on a lot… and failing a lot
I’m learning treasure troves from them… not just about parenting…
but about being human and sharing life… and nurturing souls… of super heros…
who may grow up and change the world!

please note that I have a very talented friend who makes playing outside with three little boys look good… for Easter, she made these superhero capes for my fellows, all in their preferred colors with matching seersucker ties. Kelly at Faith and Fancy loves my custom crazy requests… well, she pretends to love them
. And, we love the results!!!
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these are awesome pics…and i’m a tough critic. keep it up! You’re raising up the next generation of lovers of God.
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Looks like a scene (a much better photographed one) from our house on any given day. Boys are loud and they’re rough. I’m learning (slowly) to deal with that too. I loved, loved, loved both the post and the pictures! I was in tears while reading about how pretty your one son said you were. The innocent truth is beautiful and you are beautiful!
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Thank you Danielle! I always enjoy reading comments from you
. I know your little guys have quite grown since I saw them!
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Thank you Chris!
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Oh my. I just love the photos and this post. They are the most precious superheroes I’ve ever seen. And even though I just saw them an hour ago, this makes me want to see them again SOON!
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