What Little Boys Are Made Of . . .

While Hannie B. was at art camp last week we took our boys on a little trail hike and picnic.  It was weird {but great} to be out with just the guys.  Here are some things I loved about our outing:

I loved watching Owlie drink pink lemonade for the first time.  He puckered his little face up and then said “mmm”.  My thoughts exactly.

I loved seeing the Hubby and Owlie together.  They are true buddies.  It really makes me happy that Mr. Owlie is looking more like his daddy every day.

I loved seeing my boys get all excited when their dad picked up this crawfish from the stream we passed.  I loved it even more that the crawfish pinched their dad’s finger, thus upping his coolness factor and solidifying their opinions that he is one tough dad!

I loved walking behind my boys in their matching plaid shorts, thinking about how tall Big C is getting and how he used to sit on his dad’s shoulders like the Owlie is now {excuse me while I go wipe a tear from my eye.}

 

And then I loved this kid – the one who holds my heart in his hand – who’s so secure in his masculinity that on our boy filled outing, he willingly carried my purse and pulled it off with total panache! RedDog, you are a gem and I’m keeping you with me forever.

The all boy {and a mom} picnic was a success.  Hannie B. was upset that we went without her, so we didn’t cross it off our summer list.  Picnic #2 still to come . . .