September 8, 2006
Well, half of them anyway.
My older sons have reached that age where they are awkward in front of the camera and most pictures of them turn out looking, well, less than flattering. My 10 yr old doesn’t like to smile and show his teeth and my 11 yr old has entered that gangly awkward, my feet are better suited for scuba diving than walking stage.
But this photo turned out cute and shows how sweet they are to their little brother. Whenever they have done something like throw spitballs all over their bedroom ceiling , walked their dirty shoes up the wall in an attempt to do handstands, used the towel bar as a climbing device and when it gets torn out of the wall just leave it hanging there like nothing is amiss and then deny any knowledge of it, or done something equally as mind boggling that I have no words other than to stare at the gape mouthed while I struggle for words like a fish out of water. Open my mouth, close my mouth, open my mouth, close my mouth and no sound comes out.
Whenever I begin to question just where I went wrong, I remember their overall sweetness and compassion for their younger siblings, how they delight in making them happy, and they way that their younger siblings light up when they see their older brothers, and it is then I realize that they are turning out okay afterall.
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