Life With Boys

Today I had one of those mothering moments that can only be genuinely appreciated by those who have spent a good deal of time with little boys.

Late this afternoon Josh was on the floor playing with his trains.

In his birthday suit.

That's not the weird part.  In fact, it made perfect sense because earlier he and Spencer had been playing with the hose in the back yard.  He of course was soaked, and the only natural thing to do was strip down and then get back to playing.  (Inside and outside, of course - thank goodness for that privacy fence!)

Anywho, he had fiercely ignored my requests that he get dressed, and I didn't have enough fight left in me to force the issue.

While I was on the phone I started to hear Josh in the other room, screaming and wailing and generally making a big fuss.  I came in to discover poor Josh trying to hide from Cole, who was bound and determined to grab Josh's... er... manly bits.  That baby was on a mission, and he was pretty well succeeding.  (When Cole wants something he will stop at nothing to get it.  He suddenly develops super-human strength and speed.  It's pretty impressive.)

You can imagine how well this went over with Josh.

I had to quickly get off the phone and save the poor child.  Cole howled in protest as I picked him up, mid-grab.

In my mind's eye I can still see Joshie's scowl as I gave him his underpants and told him to get dressed.  I didn't actually say "I told you so", but I didn't need to.  I'm pretty sure he saw the smirk on my face.