Bless my sweet Sawyer's heart.
He is by the far the most affectionate and most outgoing of all my boys. Very charming. Very athletic. Very freckled faced and red headed, and all the things that go with those traits. Stubborn? Yep. Hot tempered? Yep. Cute as a bug? Yep.
He is also the one of my boys that I most worry about as he gets older. He is terrifyingly concerned with what others think of him and always seems to be on a quest for coolness. He wants to dress like his friends, walk like his friends, talk like his friends, and hit a baseball like his friends. Individuality is not at the top of his list of priorities at all.
I foresee peer pressure being a major issue with him in the future, and pray constantly for him in those areas.
Kirk and I have joked (to keep us from going crazy with worry!) about Sawyer in high school and college. We already receive enough flack about our last name (think it through...it'll come to you!), and we can only imagine a big, beefy people-person like Sawyer with our last name being the life of many a party. Scary, I know. Hence the prayer.
So, you can imagine our faces when we see THIS the other night come out of the bathroom:
Yes. That is Sawyer. In a toga. That he tied himself. I promise that we have never showed the boy how to tie a toga, nor have any idea as to where he discovered this very frightening talent.
Oh, we're in trouble.
2.08.2009
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Labels: Being Boy Crazy
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6 comments:
Hi Amber. I found your blog, and your rascals are cute. I love your Realness post. I struggle sometimes with how real to be, because my kids read my blog...but what you said about regretting not spending more time with the boys after sneaking in time for yourself, that is a struggle we all have...and yelling at them when we just love them so much - it is a good thing we can ask for forgiveness, and move on....
Oh my! That's hilarious! :)
That's hilarious...Yeah we better keep our boys away from each other when they get to that age...their poor youth leader....
That's my Saw!!! He can always make me smile! :)
OK, so I feel like an idiot. I was trying to figure out why your name would be the source of poking fun. So I sat and thought, hmm...Goodrum, good drum, good....oooohhhhh. Yeah, that's me, the slow one.
So as far as the pic, that's great! I don't know that I wouldn't be rolling on the floor laughing after seeing that!
awesome
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