play'in and play'in

There is something about the kids playing with the couch cousins and jumping on the bed that puts a huge smile on my face. It's one of those things that could really go either way as far as letting them do that. They have such a blast! I feel like I'm giving them the freedom to actually live in their own house. Do certain things at home that they can't do anywhere else. I have my moments of wanting the house to just stay clean for a whole 10 minutes....ok longer then that. Home should be fun, a place to bend the order of things. The expressions I get when they jump on the bed or create slides out of the cousins is absolutely priceless. I will cherish these moments while they are my two little monkeys cuz soon enough they'll out grow it.

Here we are at the gym. I hear this sound...like shooting a gun sound. O yes, sure enough as I turn around there is Quin with a "gun" he made out of the blocks shooting at something. I very quickly grabbed my camera a took a picture. I began to crack up. I didn't know wheter to be concerned or to just keep laughing. I could'nt believe it! What two yr. old knows how to do that! Obviously he learned that from the other kids at the gym. So, to me I see the whole toy gun deal a boy thing. Back before we had the horrible video games, it was all about good cops and cowboys. I know these days there are a lot of mixed emotions on play guns and all. Since Quin will not be experiancing "video game" world I see him as my lil' cowboy.
I love and I mean love watching Quin play with the "choo choo" as he puts it. Everything is a "choo choo." Cars, the trains, and tracks. It's my favorite word that he says. He loves Thomas the train, the movie Cars...which is a"choo choo" too. We stared potty training and I got him a Cars little toddler seat to sit on. I ask him if he wants to go potty and he says no. When I gentely inch my way to the seat and he finally sits down, boy he trys to go with all his might. It's just so sweet...ok, sorry maybe this is just a moment a mother could love. I'm going to share anyway. Anyways, he looks at me with this expression of wanting to do a good job for me. He is a boy of service. I believe that is his God given gift, to serve others. Even if it means simply going #2 for you. I love my little man!