Sunday, June 9, 2013

Boy, OH, Boy.

I love my son dearly. He's definitely a sweet welcome to the drama that comes with having two girls. That being said, I'm not quite sure that I will make it to Cade's teenage years. The boy wears me out!

Exhibit A:


He is ALWAYS climbing on something, jumping off something or sitting on something. He literally makes my heart skip a beat. And he's loud. He is usually yelling, singing, roaring or making zooming noises. Have I mentioned that he's loud? Love him.

Exhibit B:



Let me set the scene for you. I was lazily watching a movie on my bed, Friday afternoon {don't judge-it's summertime}. The kids were downstairs playing and I heard them get a little loud. I just assumed that it was the normal arguing and fighting that normally goes on. Then I hear it. Screams. Horrifying screams for help. The 10 seconds that it took for me to run from my bed to the playroom downstairs, literally felt like an hour. Sooo many thoughts racing through my head- Cade got outside and got hit by a car. He fell off the counters and hit his head. He hung himself somehow {because he's a boy and likes to tie things up}. 

Finally, I saw him. He had blood all over his face and the girls were still screaming. I yelled for Laney to call Daddy and in the meantime, Sadie gasps out that Cade put a wheel from his airplane up his nose.  I look up his nose and sure enough I see a very small part of a green wheel. I send Sadie upstairs to get the tweezers and start plugging one side of Cade's nose and tell him to blow. Sadie makes it back down and I can finally see enough of the wheel to grab it. WHEW! 

My heart beat was crazy and pumping hard for a long time. I honestly thought that I was gonna pass out! After it was all over, poor Laney grabbed her legs and said, "Momma, my legs are shaking so bad right now. That scared me so bad." Bless her heart. 

Exhibit C:


I found this shoe string tied to his bedroom door.. 

Cade wears me out. But at the end of the day, I am thankful. Thankful for my loud, heart stopping, sweet, funny boy. 






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