Ours

I have become so neglectful with this blog....I think about blogging.....I even plan to blog. But life is busy right now and as much as I want to document every precious memory.... I am too busy living it to stop and write about it! Just this morning, I was holding sweet McCann breathing in his still new baby scent. (when does this go away? I hope never. He is 5 months old and still has that wonderful aroma.) I wish I could bottle it up and keep it forever. He is growing so fast. He has mastered sitting up and is trying so hard to crawl. He has 2 big brothers to catch up with. Speaking of them, they are growing too. It is hard to believe that Manning is 4. Of all my children, he is the most like me. Not in looks but definitely in personality. He is sensitive, overly aware to details, caring, and usually in a hurry. =) Just the other day, I took the two "big" boys to the park. Manning was running a head rushing to get to the slide always ready to take on an adventure. He is goal driven and amazingly self-motivated (and possibly a little too competitive- we can blame his daddy for that). Then there is Myers. I could write for hours about my second born's idiosyncrasies. He is one unique little dude.
That same day at the park- I am walking in between the boys trying to close the gap between speedy Manning and Myers (there is no appropriate adjective to describe this kid's personality.) He is walking slowly strolling enjoying the scenery. He stops and squats peering at the ground, "Bug!" "Yes, baby that is an ant. Let's catch up with Manning." We start again as always slowly. He stops looking into the sky, "Mom-mom, plane!" This continues with a leaf and more bugs. We finally got to the playground. Oh, to be more like Myers. No worries, no rushing, just enjoying every moment.
This morning he was playing with a baby toy. (You know someone else's toys are always better than your own.) I ask, "Myers- who's toy is that?" I equally love the way he says his own name and that of his baby brother....I was expecting one or the other and would have loved hearing either. However, he gave me a better response, "Ours." To him, they all share everything. There is no mine or yours. No competition. I love it.
And most of all I love them.