There's no doubt. Evidence abounds.
This belongs to a boy.
(yes, it's on the floor)
So does this.
And these, left on the stairs.
And this award proudly displayed by a boy, for sure.
And this is perpetually worked on and shoved in the corner until time is found to work some more.
And this proud collection (of disney pins) is one of many collections he treasures.
And everything needs to be saved.
note here: the orange car his sister made him--broken, but must be saved
his school papers--save
and the darn happy meal toys--this one a plastic coffin???--save!
Sounds of boy are here too. Adventures in Odyssey and Tobymac blast from his bedroom. Every move he makes has a soundtrack--motors, screeching brakes, pretend screams. The doorbell is always ringing, cause playing outside is always best. And the laughter. Lots of laughter--especially at falling down and bodily noises.
Yup, a boy lives here. With us. (you see, one of our boys lives in heaven). This one lives here. It's messy, smelly and delightful. Aren't I blessed to be a boy's mama?
sporting part of his veteran ensemble for dictionary day at school
Now, if I could only figure out how to keep him clean for more than five minutes...
Unwrapping this everyday, yet profound gift with Emily at Chatting at the Sky.