Since I have yet to tell you about my boys, all of them, I decided it was time. You may feel you know them already from what has been written, but read on. You may learn more. And if you don't, oh well. I got some words out of my head that have been floating around for a while.
DadOfAllTrades
I met My Love in August of 1999, the 1st to be exact. We were set up by his sister and my friend. Our first date was on a Sunday afternoon to a Red Lobster. We talked and ate for about 2 hours. Then, when we got back in the car, he asked what to do next. I said take me home, I need to do laundry. And the truth is, I really did. You see, someone wise once told me that you need to have an "out" on the initial dates. Like, I need to meet my grandma for our once a week visit or I need to go help the orphans. But since I am me, the only thing I could come up with is that I had to do laundry. DadOfAllTrades called his sister after the date and said he was not sure how the date went because I made him take me home so I could do laundry. Believe me when I tell you that the subject of laundry causes much laughter on his side of the family to this day.
I call him DadOfAllTrades because he just knows how to do stuff, not because he has had numerous professions. Ask about installing a dishwasher and he will give you the minutest details of the job. He knows how to put a huge wrinkled gasket in a '76 Trans Am engine. He knows when to weed/feed the grass as if he has a twitter account with Mother Nature. He knows how to build a mammoth, hurricane proof tree house without plans. He knows about hot water heaters, sump pumps, snowblowers, hedge clippers and wood drills. He can make a wooden race car after looking at a picture of one for about 20 seconds. His sisters (of which there are four) call him for help in their houses. I usually giggle at this because as they are trying to describe the problem, he gets frustrated and asks them to "hold the phone up to it" as if he could see through the phone like Superman. He is the guy you call.
LegoMaster
My seven year old started his life in a slow way. He did not want to leave the warmth of momma, so he got stuck. He is a quiet, thoughtful, stoic young man. I remember him sitting up on a blanket with toys scattered around him, just waiting for me to hold something up with witch to play. He is the type of kid who watches the 'goings on' before he commits to play. He is my kid to help out because he wants to. He has a new fascination with painting and I have roughly 10 canvases with buses on them, one of witch I received wet at 6:15am. He makes me smile!
This kid is a great builder. He received his first Lego set on the Christmas right before his sixth birthday and fell deeply in love. He very much enjoys spending a day (really, an entire day) sitting on the floor with one of his bigger builds just taking it apart and putting it back together again. I am astounded at his math skills and have high hopes for his future in engineering. I am just making that up, but seriously, the kid has such an analytical, logical, left-brained mind that it would totally not surprise me if he becomes an architectural engineer. He loves his daddy and will jump up and down when DadOfAllTrades gets home from work. Really he does even though he is seven.
Buzz
My kindergarener is a goofy kid, not in a bad way. He just makes us laugh with his over-the-top gestures and animated facial expressions. He entered the world so fast the doctor had to throw the bottom part of the bed across the room so that he could catch Buzz. He is whip-smart, and needs help organizing his thoughts. Have you ever seen the cartoons where the dog is sniffing a trail and thinking "rabbit...rabbit..gotta find the rabbit..ooh, a deer...deer...deer..gotta find a.." That is my Buzz. He wants to get something done, but gets distracted on the way because something else catches his attention.
He is usually in a costume of some sort. This is how he got his name. One summer he wanted to wear his Buzz Lightyear costume every stinking day. Now, this costume is a white vinyl material and does not breathe. You can just imagine how red-faced and sweaty this young man was for about two months. Currently, he is Anakin Skywalker but I have not changed his name because the good-hearted, willing and kind Buzz Lightyear is more like my son then the brooding and angry Anakin. Oh, I almost forgot about the chaps, boots and cowboy hat of this past week; another memory making costume.
The Dog
The dog came with DadOfAllTrades. Even though the dog hovers around me near feeding time, he does really know who his master is. He is a curmudgeon. Look it up if you don't know what that means, because the definition fits him to a 'T'. He is getting old and can't hear worth a darn, but he still has some fiestyness left in him. Oh, and if he is sleeping you must stomp on the floor as you pass him because he does not act kindly when you surprise him awake.
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