Summa Fun

The summer seems to be flying by already. The boys are loving the warm weather, water, dirt, soccer, baseball and popsickles. We have found out that Beckett is an outdoorsman at heart. He'll bring me his shoes, plop himself down in front of me and want me to put them on...immediately. Then he asks for his hat. If I'm busy and can't take him out right away, we get some major tantrum antics. He throws himself on the floor and starts wailing. It's craziness, truly. For a little boy who is super sweet 90 percent of the time, he can sure throw down his share of stubbornness.

He copies everything Asher does, which can often equate to some really loud shouting contests (lucky me...usually in the car or at meal times). They go back and forth shouting the same sounds, then bursting into laughter. They think they are hilarious. I have to admit though, that as much as I detest the shouting I love to hear them laughing together. It's a special little bonus for me if I can put up with the rest of the racket.

Oh, and I can't forget to mention Beck's pension for anything wet. The kid climbs into any 'baby' pool he sees...clothes, shoes and all. He's usually faster getting in than I am catching him. He just sits there, happy as a clam. Being wet doesn't bother him a bit whether it's a pool, the bathtub, puddles, or sprinklers, he loves them all. I'm gonna have to get him swimming early so I don't worry. He seems to have no fear, which means I have plenty.

As for popsickles, I am a huge fan of eating them outside. Beckett insists on having one too, but it brings him to tears every time. He just won't accept that you are supposed to hold the stick, not the freezing cold popsickle. He's making progress, but it's almost painful to watch the excitement on his face melt into frustration and tears as he holds the popsickle itself. He just wants to know why his refreshing little treat is trying to hurt him. Cruel frozen treat.

Asher wants to play baseball or soccer almost every night. It's fun to see the boys out there playing together. Ash will start soccer in the fall, and I think it will be so much to cheer him on.
Ash is also very into trying to make sandcastles in the backyard. He's honing his skills just in time for Corey to build him a big sandbox next weekend. Actually, Asher is into building anything. He is constantly coming up with interesting and very creative contraptions. He claims they are alarms, machines, race tracks, gates, stop lights...and who am I to argue. He's got me convinced! (One of my favorite conversations is when he tells me that our car should turn into a boat...it comes up sometimes when we are driving across the river bridge. He tells me all I have to do is push the button, and then tells me how it all works. Don't I wish. What an imagination!)

One cute moment I caught in pictures was the two of them driving around on the plasma car (isn't that what they're called?). SO cute. I was doing something in the yard, and I turned around to find them peacefully riding around together...no one crying, whining or fighting. Just two happy boys riding together. Asher was one proud brother driving around with Beckett on the back.

The rest of the summer is going to fly by with swimming lessons this next month, visits from both sets of grandparents, and a visit to Utah in August. Lots of fun things to look forward to and I can't wait to see what these boys of mine will come up with next.