The Boys

This isn't a "Dear Babies" post. Though I love writing to my girls, I need to acknowledge my boys.

Rocky,
 I love that you bow your head and pray at meals and before bed. I love that you brush your teeth better than most. I love that you say, "Hmmmmmm, pray for _______" after our evening prayer. You always add in an inanimate object like the elmo balloon or Madusa monster truck but you always remember either Mama, Daddy, Brubber, or Sistahs. I love that you watch over you little brother by making sure that he has toys if he is sad and trying to ask "You Okay?" in order to make sure nothing is seriously wrong. I love that you are always wanting to cook with Mama. I love that you ask Mama to sleep with you at night by whispering "Yay down, Mama". I love that you squeal when I walk through the door after being at work. I love that you throw your dishes in the sink when you are done with a meal and close doors that are left open. Overall, I love the little things that make you one of the best children ever.

Kolbe,
 My sweet cuddler. I love that you are always giving Daddy giant kisses and hugs (although, I would rather you give them to me). I love that you follow your older brother around like he is already your best friend. I love that you freak out if you cannot find your favorite book. I love that you walk around with a blanket over your head making monster noises to scare us. I love that you cover your mouth when you laugh. I love that you watch college football with such interest and focus. I love your sleepy eyes in the morning. I love that you have full on happy conversations with yourself when you first wake up in the morning. I love that you climb on everything in sight. I love that you dance with more rhythm than your father. I love that you attack your brother with kisses goodnight. I love the way you smile at me like we share a secret. You are very special. The kind of person that everyone wants to know. You are my Kolbe boy and I love you!