Parker and Kent,
I love when the two of you are enjoying one another's company. I love when you cry for each other at bedtime. Kent, you always say "But I miss my bess fren", when we put you in bed. Parker, you whine and say,"I want Kent. He's my best buddy!". Maybe in a few months we can put the two of you in the same room. For now though, all you want to do is wrestle for hours instead of sleep. I love when your dad and I are downstairs and we can hear footsteps and creaking floors as you sneak in to each others bedrooms to play. Kent, you hide under Parker's bed and and think that we can't hear you breathing. Parker, you pretend that Kent needs help with something so you can justify staying in his room. You two are the best of friends, and hate to be separated. I'm just jotting all this down so I can remind you when you are teenagers and you are fighting for the use of the car. You love each other!
The journal of a lady in love with 3 blue eyed men.
2 comments:
ahh memories of us growing up! when dad would knock on the door because we would be wrestling (fighting) you would tell me about your day using nailpolish, dad would sneak popcorn to us at night, batter-catcher-pitcher, gas station runs after Wed night church dad would get cheese popcorn we would get 30 cent candybar..you snickers me milkyway.......ahhh and now your boys are building thier own memories as siblings!
So cute! I love hearing about this because it reminds me of all the similar things I would do with my brother and sister. I shared a room with my sister and my bro was just right down the hall. He hated to sleep by himself (although he was 6 yrs older almost) and would also dupe me into sleeping with him somehow. Of course we had to wait until mom was in bed and my sister was asleep. His instructions to me were to wait until Jill (my sister) fell asleep because she would have none of sleeping by herself either and then he would yell out a code word (which was always A-Team LOL). I would then do a military crawl down the hallway so as not to wake my sister or mom and so my dad wouldn't see me in the living room. Sometimes we were successful and other times not so much, but they were great memories. Looking back now and after reading your post I'm sure my parents knew.
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