Day 13... From a distance

Those of you who have been following me probably already know I tend to elaborate on everything. This has become sort of a diary for me... an outlet for my thoughts... a way for me to reflect on things past and present. It's not just about the photos I take. I find the only way I can keep up w/ this blog is to give it substance and make it significant to me. So, with that said, everything I post on here will have a story behind it.

First I'll start by showing you my picture

Words cannot describe what these three mean to me. Nor would any words I choose give their personalities justice, as they are the most fascinating young men I have ever known. I know, I'm a bit bias but, I can't help thinking God gave me the three most wonderful little boys... designed especially for me.

CJ (Christopher), my first born... my sidekick... the second greatest teacher I've known in this life. He has taught me more in the 9 years he's been on this earth than all the things I learned in the years before him. He constantly forces me to stop and evaluate myself. He holds me accountable, misses nothing. He has an exceptional memory and a wonderfully forgiving nature. He is funny, creative, compassionate. He has a way w/ the elderly and handicap. An old soul. He is confident & trusting with everyone he meets... quick to tell a story (usually a tall tale) or to make someone laugh. I am so proud of the young man he is turning out to be.  

Jonas. He is a whole other story.. a spitting image of his father. He is fearless, competitive, independent, stubborn, demanding!! He loves physical activity... climbing rocks, mountains, walls. He's always willing to improvise... "snowboarding" on a pack of diapers or down my legs or anything else he can find to balance on. He once took shampoo bottles and pretended to 'rock climb' the bathroom walls. He hates to lose. Anytime we play a board game or cards he will taunt everyone and if he doesn't win he becomes inconsolable. But, I will say I've never known a 3 yr. old who could play a game of Jenga like Jonas. Steady and capable.. it's the most fascinating thing!!

Last but not least, my sweet baby James! What a treat. From day one, he was laid back and easy going. He rarely ever cried. All around, a sweet baby. Until he turned one!! After he learned how to walk, little Jimmy started finding trouble everywhere he turned. I had to have my eye on him at all times or I'd find him climbing anything & everything. He'd fall, hit his head, bust his lip, scrape his knees and then do it again. Very much like his brother in that regard, fearless and determined (except, unfortunately, his balance isn't nearly as good as Jonas'). He has also become the most jealous hearted child I've ever known. Like a typical male, he always wants what he cant have. The very second his brothers have my attention his temper flares. He hits and screams and cries until he gets his way, then once he has it he doesn't want it anymore. He is a force to be reckoned with... like the calm before the storm... moody, intriguing, and full of life. I have no doubt he will be the one who breaks the most hearts one day... little charmer, he is.

As I said before, words can't even begin to give justice to these three little men... they are the light of my life... the adventures of my youth... the promise of my future. I am forever grateful to be their mother.

My next challenge... Day 14... Flowers! It's JANUARY...... I guess it will be a challenge indeed.