bugs

I've always wanted boys. Really, I have. In fact before I ever had Walker I said that my dream was to have two boys. And I still mean it. Even on the difficult days...but I didn't say anything about BUGS! I hate bugs. I am scared to death of most bugs. Bugs are YUCK.

Walker needed me to have a reason to smile at him today. :) I heard him in his room giggling and hitting the window. Fully expecting to see a lizard on the outside (because he likes to try and catch those) I found him swatting at a fly against the window. I couldn't help but smile at the giggles coming from within him. Knowing how hard it is to actually kill a fly, and even harder to catch one I decided to let him go at it...especially since he was happily entertaining himself. Something Cliff & I agree he needs to learn how to do a little more often as he's been the center of our entire family's world and used to tons of one on one attention. Well, a few minutes later he comes into Will's room where I am changing him and says "Look, I caught him and I am going to find him a home..." and just like that he was off to my tupperware cabinet. Yikes! (I blame Cliff for this one since tupperware is where they housed our once pet lizard...) The only catch was this fly was D.E.A.D. Dead. Squished between his fingers dead.

He didn't mind, he wanted to keep him anyway.
But after marking this event with pictures, I told him the fly had to go. So, he asked me "What would happen if I ate the fly?" and I said "Don't eat that fly!" So then he proceeded to smell it...blech. Then he said "I think I'll just put it in your purse..." and before I could get a word out of my mouth, he dropped the dead fly into my purse!

Life with boys. Will I survive this?
(an update on our life coming soon...I have been blog lazy lately)