Riding the Struggle Bus with Bean Man

Riding the Struggle Bus with Bean Man

Bean has always been a fairly easy child to raise.  He has a gentle, quiet, laid-back nature that keeps from from getting too wired or upset about much, and he’s a rule follower to no end.  If you draw a line in the sand, not only will that boy not cross the line himself, but he’ll monitor to make sure no one else does either (especially his sister…).  He’s got the sweetest little heart and loves nothing more than hanging out with our family.  He’s just a happy guy and…

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A Boy’s World

A Boy’s World

Bean got a new bed last week.  We traded his queen sized bed (which he loved and we had to promise would be replaced with something infinitely cooler…) for a bunk bed. He and Gracie absolutely love it.  They climb all over that thing, and I constantly find myself saying to Chris, “Someone’s going to break an arm… Someone’s going to break a leg…” We are talking about really redoing his room this summer to make it into an actual big kid’s room. But for now, we are leaving the…

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Boyhood Knows No Age

Boyhood Knows No Age

On Easter Sunday, my children were actually easy to get ready.  Talk about an Easter miracle!  They put on the clothes I laid out, didn’t complain when they had to wear a belt or church shoes, and even brushed their teeth and hair with minimal complaints. “This is going great!” I thought to myself, as I headed back to my bedroom to get myself ready for church. Standing in the middle of my bedroom was Chris.  He was wearing beautiful gray slacks, nice dress shoes, and a white oxford shirt with…

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Boys Raising Boys

Boys Raising Boys

The other night, Gracie began shrieking in the living room.  She came to find me 3.4 seconds later, with Bean right on her heels, ready to defend himself against his accused crimes. “BEAN TOOK MY TOY!” she squealed. “Where’s her toy?” I asked Bean. His eyes grew as wide as saucers.  No response. “Bean,” I said, more firmly.  “Where is Gracie’s toy?” Wide eyes.  No response. Finally, Gracie had had enough.  “IT’S RIGHT THERE!” she screamed, pointing to Bean’s crotch.  Sure enough, he fished out an Elsa Magical Winter Wand…

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You Catch It, You Keep It

You Catch It, You Keep It

Tonight after dinner, I went out to the pool to swim some laps.  About ten minutes into my swim, I ran into a friend. We get frogs around our pool a lot. It’s a Florida thing. But this sucker was big, even by Florida standards. I freaked the freak out and squealed so loud that the kids and Chris heard me from inside. Naturally, when they got out there, Bean immediately wanted to catch the frog. “Wait!” he shouted. “Let me get my trapper!” And he ran inside to get…

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A Conversation with Bean

A Conversation with Bean

“Police nabidab… Police nabidab…” “I think you mean, ‘Feliz navidad,’” I said. “No, it goes, ‘Police nabidab,’” he said, as he continued to sing in the backseat of my car. “Where’d you learn that song?” I asked. “Nowhere,” he replied. “Well, then how do you know the words?” “It’s just in my head,” he said. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” he said, nonchalantly.  “I keep lots of important stuff in there.”

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If You Give a Boy a Swing Set

If You Give a Boy a Swing Set

If you give a boy a swing set, chances are he’s going to ask for you to turn the sprinklers on so he can swing in the “rain.” And if the boy gets his clothes wet while swinging with the sprinkler on, then he’s probably going to want to go ahead and play directly in the sprinkler, too. He IS already wet, you know… And if he’s already wet from the sprinkler, then he might as well put his feet in the pool… And kick…   And yell loudly… And…

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Rambunctious

Rambunctious

Soooooo, Bean’s three and a half.  And if I had to describe three and a half year old boys in one word, it would have to be “rambunctious.”  Like, REALLY, REALLY rambunctious. Bean has always been a pretty mild dude.  He gets that from his dad.  He’s a laid back, go with the flow, playing-with-my-action-heroes kind of a guy.  But lately, it is like someone is pouring buckets of testosterone into his system and the BOY is just BURSTING out of him!  He’s running and throwing and yelling and climbing…

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Funny Boy

Funny Boy

I went into Gracie’s room the other morning because I heard her waking up. Normally, she fake cries when she wakes up until I come to get her. But on this particular morning, she wasn’t crying. She was laughing. So, I go in there to get her. It’s pitch black because it’s, like, 5:00am. I walked into the room, and before I could get my bearings, I realized there was someone sitting in Gracie’s tiny rocking chair. It was Bean. And he was wearing only his underwear. “Hi, Mom,” he…

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