Thankful Thursdays

I am thankful for the love that is shown between Man and Buddy. We had an impromptu picnic in the front yard today and Man was showing some love to Buddy. I couldn't resist taking a few pics of the hugging and kissing that was going on. Most of the time I'm yelling at Man, "Leave your brother alone" or "You're going to hurt him" or "Don't sit on him" or some other such warning. So today, I am thankful that I saw some sweetness from Man and in return Buddy cuddled into the hugging and kissing. Soon Buddy will be big enough to tromp on his older brother, and my sweet gentle boys will show their love through wrestling or some other "manly-man" form of brotherly love. But today I'm thankful that I was witness to the bond that is developing between my boys.

Beginings

I don't know what I'm doing and I kind of like it that way. Really, I don't have a choice in that matter. I feel like I never know what I'm doing, and I'm used to it by now. Anyways, I'm going to try to post the daily coming and goings of my family. We are a family of 4, if you include the dog and desert tortoises make it 7. There's me, my hubby, and two boys. Oh and the dog and two desert tortoises. I did mention that right? I feel like I always forget about them. And that's too bad, because my dog was my baby until I had my first born. Now she's the red-headed step child. (My apologies if you happen to be a red-headed step child.) Moving along, my oldest boy, Little Man, is 3, and today was his first day of preschool. I'm sad, but also secretly excited about my new found freedom. It's only a small newly found freedom considering I have another boy at home with me. Buddy is almost 9 months. He's about as sweet and sour as they come. He has the sweetest face and smile, but whines and cries like there is no tomorrow. Oy! And last but not least, there's my hubby. I call him Cub. We've been married for almost 8 years now. He's my rock in my crazy, scatterbrained world. Oh, I almost forgot, there are those 2 desert tortoises, Shelly and Munch. I thought one was dead and it came back to life. Almost like a Christmas miracle, but not really since I guess it was hibernating really soundly when I picked it up. Oh well. That's all for now. My dryer has thrown up baskets of clothes for me to fold. Damn, I hate folding clothes, but that's another story...