My Boys....

Some know, some don't. The boys live with us because that is what they chose to do. They go to their mom's at most two days/week. Right now (during the summer), they go over to her house Sunday aftenroon/evening - Tuesday evening. The boys are the ones who decided on this schedule. We asked them what they wanted to do and this is what they chose.

As refreshing and peaceful as it may be when the boys go over to their mom's, it is always nice when they come back. Today, the boys came walking in the door and Colby comes up to me and gives me a big hug and kisses me on the cheek. Tristen, follows him through the door, and tells me to save him some hugs. Well, Tristen quickly forgot to come give me a hug and ran to go find dad. A few minutes later the boys and I were in the kitchen and Tristen says, 'I think I forgot to give you a hug!' and he came and squeezed me tightly. It was sweet. They aren't little boys anymore....so their sweetness is often a rare commodity.

Usually, when they return home from their mom's they are quick to jump on their skateboards or scramble to find their cell phones to see who text messaged them or called them while they were gone. This evening, they wanted to hear what activities we planned for them with our nanny for this week. Tomorrow, they are going to the waterpark and Thursday they are going to the $1 movie.

Although they biologically aren't mine, they are mine and love it when they show their sweet sides!