The Testosterone Adventures: Hail Mary...

Friday, January 8, 2010

Hail Mary...

Hail Mary Full Of Grace...

Blessed art thou among women...

and even more blessed art thou among a house full of rambunctious little Catholic Men

Pray for us sinners...

and more importantly pray for your own safety during your week at our house. Also pray for the well meaning religious education teacher who thought it would be a good idea to let our family be the special family to take your three foot statue home for the Christmas break. Please forgive me for allowing the boys to place you in the garden to watch over the sick tomato plants. It was their idea and I just couldn't break their little hearts. Please at least give me credit for cleaning your muddy feet with a Lysol wipe after you were done blessing the entire garden.

Blessed is the Fruit of Thy Womb...

Mary, you were a mother of a young boy. Although Jesus may not have spent a lot of time playing in the mud or digging holes or playing with sharp sticks, I'm sure you can understand that little boys sometimes just want to be little boys. So please understand why I allowed you to spend a good part of Christmas break in the clubhouse atop the swing set. They took very good care of you and I promise I supervised. In my defense, I was adamant that you not take your turn flying down the slide and drew the line when Tommy insisted you ride in the back of his dump truck.

Hail Mary Full of Grace...

(although not all your moments have been graceful this week)

Thank you for spending your week with us. Thank you for adorning our dinner table, supervising timeouts, holding my van keys, healing the sick tomato plants, holding open the backdoor (you were only used as a doorstop once), provoking several very deep conversations about God over Lunchables, offering me reassuring glances when I was about to pull my hair out, and for staying up late with me to wrap Christmas gifts in celebration of your son's birth.

So until next time Mary (yes, I have three other sons all eager to start religious education classes and have their own turn to bring you home, I apoligize in advance)

So until then Mary, Peace be with you...

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Gavin 12 years old

Gavin is my first born, my picky eater, my early bird and my most logical child. He's a book loving, ramp building, scooter jumping, brocolii eating, useless trivia collecting boy. He makes a fabulous personal assistant and is a very reliable man of the house when Scott is at work. Gavin is the fearless leader of the little boys leading them into battle against anything that stands in their way (most often they gang up against me). Gavin has the ear of a musician and the soul of a dancer. He recently wrapped up a Michael Jackson phase although he's still perfecting his moon walk. Gavin can research anything on the internet. I recently found him googling job openings in traveling circuses. When I questioned him, he told me he was interested in joining them. He's been working on juggling for months. This is Gavin, my quiet thinker, my day dreamer and my practical planner.

Tommy 9 years old

Tommy is my biggest challenge. He will push me to the edge, nudge me over and then offer his hand to pull me back up. He's so lovable yet so naughty, so rude yet so clever, so exhausting yet so satisfying. He's all boy as they say. He's the house spider killer and lead lizard trapper. Tommy loves gardening with me and is always the dirtiest one in the bath tub. He is me 24 years ago. He'll turn out to be a wonderful adult, it's just making it through boyhood I worry about. Tommy is always at my side, mostly so we can argue, but by my side none the less. He's incredibly stubborn and passionate about everything. My mom reminds me that while stong willed children can be hard to raise, there's a place for them in the grown up world. Who else is going to become CEOs or run small countries?

Finn 6 years old

Finn Finn Finn... demands all my time, demands my whole lap, demands my I phone, but melts my heart. Petey however is not so fond of him. Finn is known as "the handler" right now. He is in charge of everything Petey does, what he plays with, what he eats and where he goes. He's Pete's personal assistant, coach, bodygaurd and self appointed best friend. Finn's inseam and vocabulary are growing leaps and bounds everyday. Finn was born to be a big brother but also enjoys having his big brothers to follow around and torment.

Peter 5 years old

A baby no more. Petey is growing up so fast I can hardly stand it. Lots of teeth, lots of hair, and lots of trouble. He's our number two mess maker these days. Petey spends most of his days trying to keep up with the big boys. Unfortunately, Finn has decided that Petey belongs to him. Petey is told what to play with, where and for how long. When we're out and about I never have to worry about Petey keeping up, Finn worries about him and refuses to let go of his hand. Pete is usually pretty tolerant however, Finn has a few scars from Petey bites.

Huck 2

Lucky Huck is the latest initiated member of the band of brothers. He came tumbling into this world in whirlwind of drama and hasn't slowed down. I can't wait to get to know him more. Huck's personality seems to blossom every day. i'm predicting: dramatic, snuggly, tolerant and brave but time will tell. He is smothered with kisses, his fuzzy head is constantly rubbed and his toes are tickled with the filthy hands of his older brothers constantly. They all enjoy holding him consequently Huck is the cause of many fights. Huck is referred to as Lucky Huck most of the time unless it's Petey talking about him, then it's Lutty Hut. i like both but I really think of myself as the lucky one as I snuggle with this little guy.

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Hail Mary...

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