Update on the Boys

So here is a picture of Deacon in his Spiderman garb. He really is into that whole superhero/villain thing. Still. Maybe forever?

We are trying to use the super hero craze to talk about being "real life super heroes" and how being a super hero means that you do extraordinary things to help others. We like to tell them how they are super heroes when they help the baby brother who can't reach his toy or when they help deliver meals on wheels to people who can't get food for themselves. (we, of course, also have to explain that super heroes should not help with everything, for example, a super hero should not assist the baby to get up on the counter to get some cookies...)

Deacon is getting much more thoughtful about life and things he encounters. The other day we were at the park and one of the little girls was not really playing with the other kids. Deacon asked me on the way home, "why didn't she play with us?" I explained that some kids like to play with other kids and some don't. We talked about some of his other friends that have less social personalities and how they sometimes just like to be alone. I said, "Everyone is different, Deacon. God didn't make everyone the same. What are some other ways that kids are different?" He didn't have any comments right away so I helped him out. "Some kids have white skin, some kids have black skin. Some kids have dark hair and some kids have light hair. Some kids are in wheelchairs and some kids aren't. Everyone is different in different ways."

Deacon thought about that and said, "I have one mom! Some kids like to run, and some kids would just rather walk!" I loved the innocence of that answer! I hope that when he comes up against the stereotypes and prejudices of this world that he can always continue to say, "God made everyone different. Some people are black, some are white, some like to run and some like to walk. But God loves us all."

Ahh, Roman. Roman is WAY into this mommy/baby thing. He always wants to be the baby and I am the mommy. Our conversations all day long go like this. R- "you be mommy pig and I will be baby pig." M- "ok" R - "Hi mommy Pig" M- "Hi little baby pig. I love you!" Today alone I think I have been Mommy Hedgehog, Mommy Pig, Mommy Cow, Mommy Dr. Shrinky, Mommy Spiderman, Mommy Superhero, Mommy pencil, Mommy T Rex.

He also likes books about mommies and babies.

Lincoln is turning into a little boy. He thinks he has his world figured out and he is ready to conquer it. He actually will go and join in the other boys games, turn off their TV shows and laugh and run away. He goes gets his shoes, brings them to us and then when we put them on goes to the door and waits for us to load him in the van. He has gotten MUCH HAPPIER (yeah!) and giggles and goofs around a lot. Last night he was laying on our bed with Noah and I and he would lift his legs and bed off the bed and then bring them down onto the bed as hard as he could. He thought it was the funniest thing ever and kept doing it over and over laughing all the time.

And Noah? Well, Noah checked a book out of the library. It is called Scorpio. The cover proclaims it as, "The Epic Saga of an Alien Trapped in Medieval Times". I am not joking. What am I supposed to do with that boy?!