I never want to forget.
This year Ryan and I walk hand and hand to school most days and chat while Aaron jumps and runs around. He lets my hand go about 1/2 block before we get to the school so he stays cool. He is still a little boy, but for only a little longer.
Aaron wears his crowns he gets for every 100 books read. We went into a store when he got his 400 books read crown and people were congratulating him and shaking his hand. He loved it.
Ryan’s endless innocent questions about dating. He does not ask about sex just about going out to dinner and how to treat a date.
We are on a crowded playground, the boys choose to play wildly together but we leave after a while because always choosing to play with your brother often ends up in fights.
We were in the car for an errand. Ryan took his reading book out and read the selection he has to read for his test to Aaron and I. He did this with no prompting from me. We all sat in the car in the driveway and listened till he was finished. This seems like a small thing that for us is just enormous.
Tandem dressing. The boys like the morning shower over the evening shower. They wait till they are both done to dress. My morning is full of exclamations like wait I am not ready for the pants yet, and wait we can’t put on our shoes before our underwear.
Aaron is at the age where life is not complete without poop jokes. You pooped in your pants, HAHAHAHHAH, noooo (insert friends name here) poops in his pants HAHAHAHAHHAHA. Ugh eyeroll.