Full Speed is Home!

Go ahead.  Ask me if it freaks me out that Full Speed looks like a college freshman in this photo.  I dare you.

He’s actually been home since last week.  I just haven’t had time to write about it.

We officially survived our three weeks of separation and Full Speed enjoyed his experience away so much, he wants to do it again next summer.

However, we all agree, having him home and being together has been awesome.

There’s one particular guy that is extra happy his big brother is home.  He had grown mighty tired of doing all of his chores (which are pretty nominal in the grand scheme) and Full Speed’s, too.

It got to a point when I asked him to do something, he wouldn’t exactly say ‘no’, but would feign being hard of hearing.  Unfortunately for him, his dimples gave him away.




For instance:

“T.Puzzle, please take the trash out.”

Total silence.

Then, slowly, his dimples would cave-in the corners of his cheeks and mischief would dance across his eyes.

He had to take the trash out anyway.

This pic says it all.

Welcome Home, Full Speed!

Now, go take the trash out.

Love, Mom







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As a parent I understand that I have to let my boys do things each day that make them feel like they are contributing to the family.  It’s not easy for someone like myself to do this lightly.  I like order.  I like things put away.  When I clean something, I expect it to look more clean than when I started.  My boys don’t have these types of concerns.

I’ve come to accept that when it’s time for the boys to ‘help’ me unload the dishwasher it’s a disorderly matter.  As I watched Full Speed begin to unload the cups and glasses, I marvelled at how it quickly devolved into a display of martial artistry.  I didn’t know it was possible for two cups to fight to the death.  He was quite creative.  I kept admonishing him that my cups were not toys and could he please just put them where they were suppose to go?  Apparently, he could not.  He grabbed  two coffee mugs and clinked them together in a rush of fighting glory.  There was a crack in the air as a piece of my very favorite mug went flying.  His eyes grew big and he hung his head low.

I went through the usual Mom-type lectures about ‘why don’t you listen the first time?’ and ‘cups are our friends’.

When it was all said and done, I actually am kind of thankful he chipped my favorite mug.  It seems to fit my life better because really, who am I kidding?  If I’m going to be the Mom of these two guys, do I really expect my porcelain mugs to remain intact?   Of course not.

Even at age 4 and 2, these guys could light up a room  with their smiles and energy
Even at ages 4 and 2, these guys could light up a room with their smiles and energy

I wouldn’t trade my boys for all the perfectly intact dinnerware in the universe.