I love both of my boys each because they are individuals and they both show their love in very different ways. For example Zach is a lovey, kissy, huggy boy. Casey John however comes to me today and pulls these out of his pocket –
and proceeds to tell me that he gathered these from the playground and brought them to me because he loved me, and to be sure I took them home and took care of them. How can you be ungrateful of these two absolutely stunning rocks?
The front that blew in Monday also helped to aid the pecans to fall from the trees and the boys school has a few big trees in the yard so Casey John has been picking up “Pee-cons” everyday this week so that I can crack them and he can eat their “yummy middles.” On the same note, all through the park in town I see what I’ve deemed “Pecan butts,” folks out and about with their baggies or buckets bent over picking up pecans. As you drive by all you can really see is the back end of most folks from the waist down, quite silly actually.
To top of the whole rocks theme for this post, before dinner tonight Casey J walked up to me with a tiny rock that he claimed was a “toot” that came out his booty, I said “you mean the rock was in your underwear?” “Yeah mom, Chelsea (our dog) put it there.” Again how do you respond to these type of things? Sorry if the butts and rocks post grossed you out, this is what I deal with daily…. so rock on!
I love both of my boys each because they are individuals and they both show their love in very different ways. For example Zach is a lovey, kissy, huggy boy. Casey John however comes to me today and pulls these out of his pocket –
and proceeds to tell me that he gathered these from the playground and brought them to me because he loved me, and to be sure I took them home and took care of them. How can you be ungrateful of these two absolutely stunning rocks?
The front that blew in Monday also helped to aid the pecans to fall from the trees and the boys school has a few big trees in the yard so Casey John has been picking up “Pee-cons” everyday this week so that I can crack them and he can eat their “yummy middles.” On the same note, all through the park in town I see what I’ve deemed “Pecan butts,” folks out and about with their baggies or buckets bent over picking up pecans. As you drive by all you can really see is the back end of most folks from the waist down, quite silly actually.
To top of the whole rocks theme for this post, before dinner tonight Casey J walked up to me with a tiny rock that he claimed was a “toot” that came out his booty, I said “you mean the rock was in your underwear?” “Yeah mom, Chelsea (our dog) put it there.” Again how do you respond to these type of things? Sorry if the butts and rocks post grossed you out, this is what I deal with daily…. so rock on!
