Observations of an unusual love

Growing up, my sister was my best friend. We were two years apart and we did almost everything together. My mom claims we fought, but being the delightful child I was, I think she is getting me confused with my rascally brothers. We went to sleepovers together, we shared Barbie clothes, and we did swimming lessons together. As we got older we double dated together and shared each other's clothes and whispered at night about our dates and first kisses. I loved having a sister so close to me, so when I got married and we discussed adding more delightful little children to the current population, we planned for them to be close.

I ended up with 4 boys! Did I mention that my brothers don't giggle at night about their crushes? Did I also mention that their interactions are more loud and include name calling when the other one backs into ones car?

I have observed that a brother relationship is a tad different than sisters. The tackling is a little bit rougher, and ears and toes get bitten more, and you can stick your tongue out for record setting amounts of time if one is irritating you. I have also noticed that, though they may hide it a little better, boys still love each other and have a closeness that comes from sharing the same set of quirky, and unusual set of parents.

Today my oldest punched his brother in the stomach for daring to touch his Nintendo DS, #2 "accidentally" spit on #1 when he dared to say he could run faster. #3 smacked #2 over the head with a toy hammer, and for what we don't exactly know.

(Yes, when you have 4 boys ages 6 and under, it is perfectly ok to start calling them by numbers.)

Today Micah gave his snacks to Kyler and Caleb after his basketball game because they didn't get any. Caleb cuddled Liam while he watched a movie. Kyler told Micah he was the best big brother in the world, and 1, 2, and 3 are all sleeping together in one twin sized bed, you can't tell whose arms belongs to which body.

Brothers are an incredible, sometimes disguised, gift from God!

Liam Kade

Well its been over a month since I have blogged. At my current stage of life, I only get to wash three body parts at a time in the shower before its time to jump out and, dripping wet, rescue a child falling down the stairs, or feed a tiny mouth or break up world war 3. My life revolves around 3am feedings and the next poopy diaper.

Even though I knew I would have to deliver a 10 minute short summary of one of the most amazing days of my life, I have been meaning to get on here a lot sooner. And so in way to few of words here is our newest members arrival to the world.

On December 30th, we kissed the older boys goodbye and waddled our way to the car. At 12:31 with my guts laid across an operating table, my red wrinkled 8 pound 14 ounce son was pulled from his little cocoon, and filled the room with his tiny screams. Even though he's my 4th that first cry filled my heart and overflowed from my eyes. I will treasure those firsts cries every day of my life.

My older boys were very excited to meet trouble #4!!

They all love him. True Micah has decided that he is now the class clown and his teacher is thinking about changing her career to something in a monastery far from any children, and Kyler suddenly can't remember to get to the bathroom in time, and Caleb has emptied every cupboard and hides things in the washer, but at least they love their brother!

So our baby was officially 2 hours old, hanging out in the NICU and the poor sweet thing had no name. Through this entire pregnancy we battled over what we should name our 4th boy. We had enough names to name 2o girls, but 4 boy names was impossible.

Kevin thought of Tank and Bear and Flying animal something or other. I was told the names I came up with were rather feminine. Thankfully, as I lay in a recovery room having my stapled belly bandaged, we found a name that fit him perfectly.

Liam Kade Wilson.

And so we are bumbling our way through life with 4 children hoping that they are young enough not to remember being forgotten in the car, or being fed froot loops for dinner and truly loving every minute of our very blessed, yet not always fully showered lives!!!