Wednesday, November 16th 2011
Faith, Paint, Boys

If the world knew how clumsy I am…

AND if the world knew how many hours I have spent on ladders in the last weeks…

AND then also knew that I have not fallen off even once…

Then the world would have to seriously consider the existence of a loving God who cares about the wellbeing and safety of each of us on a very personal level. There is no other explanation. This combination of factors should easily evangelize the world. Amen and hallelujah, but it really IS that simple. (Thank you, God.)

Ethan-11yr’s room is half painted. We indulged his early childhood obsession (and I do mean OBSESSION) with the most vibrant shade of fluorescent light green  and his room has been that color for seven years. Now I’m struggling to cover it, since even the most heavy duty “one coat” paints and primer mixes can’t touch the ferocity of that green. This time, he wanted gold. Like, money. Actually, like gold LEAF. I said, “uh NO.”  But he’d already had green. And now it was time for gold.

And that’s his daddy’s oldest son for you. When he was 2, we went on a car trip and let him pack a few of his favorite things in his backpack to take along. We quickly noticed the backpack outweighed him and he needed one of us to carry it. He had packed an extremely heavy piggy bank full of all his money and every book he could shove in there. It was VERY Ethanish. Books and money. The essentials every pre-literate two year old needs for a road trip.

One day he’ll look back on his childhood and note that his bedroom was always the various colors of money. And he’ll probably be pleased. And then I’ll laugh at him.

The boys have been getting… rougher. I suppose it was inevitable, with three of them. I’ve held it at bay for a long time. Partly because it disturbs me greatly whenever I see them playing and hurting each other. Partly because Caden-7yr inadvertently causes enough injuries to himself and others simply by walking through the room that it just seems like overkill to let them engage in even more rough play.

So the other morning I called off the roughness in the living room and ended my little mom speech with “NO punching.”  Caden-7yr and Ethan-11yr were across the room. Big-eyed. Seth-6yr was a few feet from me, and seemed confused.  He turned to his brothers and asked, “Wait… so….. does she know that we do that stuff when she isn’t around?”

His brothers gave him a collective dirty look that said, “SHUT UP ALREADY.”

And I glared at him.

Seth-6yr looked from his brothers to me, feeling the weight of everyone’s displeasure aimed his way. And then in a little sing-songy voice  he said, “Awk!ward!” and ran off as fast as he could.

And…. Seth-6yr easily takes the award for:

Best Exit of a Dramatic Scene.





3 Comments on “Faith, Paint, Boys”

Mother T
November 17th, 2011
7:51 am

Oh! My! Word! was that funny!!! Good luck on curbing the sibling wrestling matches. My youngest daughter is 29 and the youngest son is 33, and they still wrestle and punch on each other when we have a family get together–in front of their spouses and children! I just tell them to take it out to the back yard so that the toddlers can play safely. **sigh**
Mother T recently posted..Grandkid Stuff

November 18th, 2011
10:57 am

Oh my heavens – how cute is Seth-6yr?

November 18th, 2011
4:37 pm

mother t,
REALLY?! your family sounds so fun!


Leave a comment

CommentLuv badge