It's late and I know I should be going to bed but its been nagging me to record some of these times in our lives right now. Especially with our boys who are growing so fast. Benny can say so many things right now that every once in a while the reality of it sinks in and I'm surprised. Like a couple of days ago while I was cleaning, he walked up to me and asked me what I was doing, all casual like. For some reason that took me back. He's asking me questions now! He also has quite an imagination too. Lately he likes to pretend he's a shark or a dinosaur and then cuddle with me. Then he likes to go through family members and establish who is a big shark and who is a little shark. He'll say "Mommy big shark" and I'll agree with him and then he'll say "Ephraim little shark" and I'll agree and then he'll go down the list from Oma, Opa, Grammy, Grandpa, Daddy, Cody, Joseph, Jillian, and all his cousins who live next door and more. The funny thing about this little ritual is that he only likes to do it in the morning when I'm changing his night diaper and he's either all naked except a diaper or half naked with his diaper. Then he gets all cuddly and just wants me to hold him and rock him and he'll even tell me to sing to him "rock-a-bye-baby". If he's a shark that morning I'll sing him "rock-a-bye-shark" which is weird because I don't really like that song and I didn't sing that to him a lot when he was little because I don't get the words with the baby falling from a tree and such. I think its a depressing song. I always sang him the "when I was just a little girl" song when he was little because the words are so cute but now when I try and sing it he tells me to stop. figures, right. Anyways, when I get his clothes on, the magic stops and he doesn't want to cuddle, he just wants to go. He's a funny little guy. He's way into mowing these days. He has a toy that isn't a mower but it resembles one so he takes that out every day and mows the grass while his brother eats grass and dirt.
Speaking of Ephraim eating grass, it reminds me of a little Easter gathering we went to a couple of weeks ago. This family in the ward invited members of the ward to come to their house for an Easter egg hunt for the kids. While we were there, Ephraim was having a grand old time crawling in their nice big lawn. He was sitting under a picnic table chewing on some grass and I was thinking "good, he's not crying or trying to pull things off the table and he's even in the shade under there" (because he has really sensitive skin, gets sun burnt easily) Then a woman nearby said "who's kid is that?" and I said "mine" and she said "He's chewing on grass" like it was a bad thing and I needed to move him. So I got up and picked him up and took the grass out of his hand but in my head I was like "Are you kidding!!Grass is a good thing, I'm just glad its not rocks or mushrooms or slugs (yes, i found a small slug in his mouth)". I'm not telling this because I was mad or anything at the woman, I just thought it was funny because sometimes I wonder if mothers of grown kids forget what little kids do like eat grass, or bugs, play in the mud, get really dirty, do some weird and gross things sometimes, etc. Or maybe other moms don't come across those types of things. I don't know. Just makes you wonder. I probably will forget how crazy kids can be when I'm old too. Who knows, but I know for sure that I'm crazy about my two crazy boys and I won't forget that.