So my oldest and my youngest hang out quite a bit and they really are very similar in so many ways.
They both ask really introspective questions, especially considering their ages.
The other day D told me that Squeezalicious asked him if you could drive to Heaven.
He told her no, God takes you there when you die. (I love his answer).
She sat there for a minute and then asks, "So, it's like spawning?"
That's Minecraft speak.
I'm thinking maybe we're needing some Sunday School, up in here.
I read a quote on FB the other day about how a person "Drinks From a Deep Well."
That sums up my D.
He is an old soul, without a doubt.
He has told me he doesn't want to get older, he wants to stay a kid.
I get that. I can remember being told when I was younger that I was an old soul and not really understanding what that meant, just that I didn't I care for it.
Maybe it's a firstborn thing.
Regardless, he rocks the thinking, feeling human-being thing and I seriously adore this boy.
This. This, will live in infamy.
Seriously. Holly Golightly has landed.
Squeezalicious in stealth mode, hiding in her brother's room and playing with his old Legos.
My sweet D celebrated his birthday on Monday.
I broke my own rule and celebrated a day early so we could have extended family time.
I think Squeezalicious is more excited about ice-cream cake than the birthday boy is.
This boy. He is precious, beyond measure.
It was hard to buy for him this year, as he asked for nothing.
We settled on laser tag guns and he seems pretty pleased with that.
Meanwhile, the girls have made their lists and edited them a few times over, for their June birthdays.
Can't believe we're almost to the finish line that is the end of school. Sooooo ready. Everyone is on track for having a great school year, thankfully. Breaks my heart to think of my youngest starting kindergarten in the fall. I am going to have a really hard time, giving these guys space in a few more years. Hopefully, they will befriend a psych major in college and have access to good therapy later.
