What's it all about?

This...

Everyday.. all day...

Sweet sweet...

Sweet sweet Saturdays :)

I know I tell you every Saturday how much I love my Saturdays...

But I really do :)  

12 hour example

I feel like right now every time I turn around I see a little piece of my babies leaving, and my big boys waving hello... It's bittersweet :)  

Last night for example :

Henrik's setting the table, cooking our dinners, making mommy coffee...

POTTY TRAINING!!

(Yes we have been potty training on and off for 8 months, but hey, I feel like we are making progress!)

And all together getting too big too fast :)

Niklas... Niklas plays videos games on my iphone.  And not just goofy games, but games that I play.  Games, fun, but based on physics, logic, troubleshooting... games the ridiculously smart people at work got me playing...  Games that make me stop and think. And he rocks them!  And laughs the hardest when they make farting noises... (still a boy!)

  

(Love the look of concentration...)

And this morning : 

Niklas gets Henrik out of his crib while Reed and I are sleeping...

Then Henrik goes potty again and gets candy... his favorite.  Jelly beans :)

And they wrestle... 

that's nothing new, but it does seem rather big boyish :)

I'm going to miss my babies... but I really love my big guys :)  So like I said, it's bittersweet... 

(But in case you are wondering, the sweet outweighs the bitter)

One of those times...

Sometimes you just have to sit back and wait... and see what they come up with :)  It's always a million times better than what I was going to suggest and it never fails to make me smile...

My lil' superheros :)  Today they went through their things and found "gifts" for their friends, including ice cubes for the neighborhood dogs :) So once properly dressed themselves, we toured the neighborhood giving gifts.  And in Henrik's case, giving and taking back and then giving again (Thank you for finding the humor in that Jen and Bernardo!)  :)

Then they finished the night blowing bubbles...

Simple. Happy. Repeat please.

If life had a repeat button... I'd push it today :)  Again.  And again.  and again.

Niklas is still giddy over wearing his hockey skates. His pure determination amazes me.  He doesn't get scared.  He isn't intimidated.  He isn't frustrated in the step backwards he took when he moved to hockey skates.  He isn't watching what the other kids can and can not do.  He doesn't care.  There is no comparisons.  All he cares about is that he is on the ice.  And he looks to Reed's face, to mine, to make sure we were watching.  And that we are proud :) And I will tell him until I am blue in the face how PROUD of him I am, hug him so tight he could break, and I still don't think he will ever understand.  

He is getting so big.  So independent.  He's no longer my little guy... he is a boy.  You can see it in the way he moves.  You can hear it in the way he talks.  The way you can watch his mind processing larger and larger concepts, asking the inquiring questions, pushing his limits.  His sense of humor is growing up.  It's moved to potty humor and goofy name calling.  The way he defends his little brother.

I want to remember this.  I want to remember welcoming this BOY into my heart.  I want to tuck a million sweet memories into my save box of my sweet little man.

Henrik has a new buddy.  A great buddy.  He lights up when he sees Mr. Jeff.  He's drawn to Mr. Jeff. And Jeff has found a special little spot in his Saturdays for Henrik.  I love watching this friendship.  It's not a friendship that anyone could have predicted.  But it's natural.  It feels comfortable.  An obsession with Zamboni's turned into so much more.  This could be Henrik's first real friend.  The first outside of our family that he really talks about throughout the week, that he truly is excited to see.  In his own little way, this is far more than just Zamboni's :)

Miami isn't necessarily the closest place to our house.  It's about a 45 minute drive.  But when we spend the whole week running and chasing in opposite directions...the drive there and home can be a welcome break.  To have all four of us together, usually excited about the day, looking forward to the rest of our weekend, happy to be together... It's good.  Really good.

Play.  Imagination. Wild  (no pun intended) crazy imagination.  Blanket turn into forts, brothers turn into good guys and bad guys, a conversation creates a whole world.  Living rooms transformed.  Everyday is magical in their world... and I am lucky enough to live in their world.  Actually not just live in , but be a part of :)

Oh oh oh... and then Grilled Banana Smores... just another way my hubby shows me he loves me :)  He's amazing.  The smores were amazing.  I'm the luckiest.  The perfect unexpected combo :) Bananas, the grill and everything.  Reed and I.  But perfect.  Can't imagine having one without the other ever again...

Now, where is the repeat button?