little/big boy

my little/big boy had a hard day today.  it had a promising beginning with a breathy "oh wow" as he walked into the kitchen for breakfast and saw the winter wonderland outside.  unfortunately, it deteriorated into lots of whining and screaming as we tried to dress them to actually play in the snow and went further down the drain as he continually harassed his little sister to the point of repeated wailing and tears (she may be a little dramatic).

so after all the stern "talking tos", scoldings and time outs i came to the realization (after he was in bed, of course) that in spite of all this, rather THROUGH all this, i love this little/big boy.  how can you not love the hint of bum crack peaking above the edge of the santa robot pjs he wore all day?  and the squinty eyed prayer for dinner that takes five minutes to complete as he thanks God for every person in the room along with a complete listing of ingredients used in our dinner and "the good day we had today"?  and the parade he lead through the house of he and allie banging on old christmas cookie tins pretending they were bass drums (i may or may not have joined in for a few rounds on the mouth trumpet)?

oh, i'm so blessed that this little/big boy is mine.

p.s. he's starting to take after his mama...