Twice this week an all-out war has been waged against a sibling or a neighbor kid over a grasshopper. You guys. A grasshopper.
And I'm not lying... punches have been thrown and once an entire orange Gatorade was emptied onto the dear neighbor kid's greater body mass for trying to take the grasshopper in a jar. That one was a bit embarrassing and required immediate ninja disciplinary skills. Good thing I possess those. And good thing Ace a Spades goes in with full protective gear. You don't want to be the recipient of a grasshopper jump to the face, y'all. :)
I don't know why the sudden urgent need to capture all living things and collect them like some sort of wizard and their weird apothecary, but here it is. In the flesh, literally. Currently on the windowsill of the garage, lives (not thrives) two snails and a grasshopper along with some seashells from Grandma Janice and a hummingbird's nest from Grandpa Hooky.
I just don't know that I'm prepared for this type of hoarding, is what. A messy playroom I can at times overlook and roll with, but jars of gooey, nasty things? Heaven help me.
Also of note is the start of another soccer season. I'll level with you. We aren't great -- YET. We've scored two goals (one to each little kicker) and both have been for the other team. But you know what? They love to go to practice and they love socializing with their little teammates and fingers crossed - they're learning some life skills?
One thing is for certain... Ace Face has his soccer bro, ultimate fan swag goin' on.
And that's something, really.
The other constant battle around here? Well, that's obvious... It's who gets to sit on Daddy's lap for the story. All three boys ALWAYS attempt to climb onto his lap at once which always leads to a short brawl but is always quickly resolved with awkward arm reach around everyone/butt shuffle/adjustment where he pulls each of them close and makes them all feel like his favorite. When those little men get a tiny bit bigger? Oh Boy... Batten down the hatches.
And there you have it. The status report from right here, right now; including the good, the bad and the ugly... and the gross.
Life with boys. It's a trip, I tell ya.
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