Been a while since I've written, holy man!
So my boys are growing at a rapid rate, time is flying, and I don't want to forget those ever special times and things they say and do that mean so very much. I'd like to write down little quips & funny things that happen, because lets be honest, my memory is not what it once was. Add to that the daily grind & distractions, it is easy to forget the precious moments that make our lives worth living. When times get us down, or when we just want to remember, I want to have this here for my family to talk about around camp fires while roasting s'mores.
The other night was hilarious. Ryan had Walter out shooting a long barreled .22 revolver with him. Daddy was controlling everything, but we just wanted to give the almost 4 year old a chance at what most kids don't get to experience at that age, let alone ever. Apples recently knocked to the ground by wild weather made good targets. Daddy set them up, like sasparilla bottles in a row, out back at our target shooting area. Side note, everyone should have one of these, they are a great stress relief. Daddy explained the dangers, as he will every time, discussed keeping your finger out of the trigger guard until ready, breathing, and held Walter's hands, helped him aim, and like I knew would happen, the boy had NO fear, absolutely none when squeezing the trigger.
Walter thought he was the biggest Man ever born, strutting around with pride. Discussing the cylinder and the barrel and how guns work with Daddy. Who has to interject a question, but his silly mom, who knows nothing of such things. I asked, "How did it go? Did the gun kick you?"
He says, without missing a beat, and giving me a face saying, You foolish girl, Momma,
"No, it doesn't have legs."
Daddy & Mommy both giggled under our breath and talked about it later, laughing at our bright son. We never want to forget, this silly, special Walter-ism. There will be many more to come.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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