It's so fun having two little boys to bring up the rear of our family. Even my husband said so recently.
And boy are they getting to be adventurous.
I love that Val is so snuggly, loves the "do work", and curious about the world.
We have a small ladder that was part of our bunk beds. He likes to bring this Val-sized ladder outside and see what he can climb with it. He can climb the small tree we have next to our house. He can scale the house too...but only as high as a 3 foot ladder can go.
He is always barefoot, and always "working" on something. I love that he wants me to sit with him when he's tired and read to him. He loves this book that I used to read as a child called 'Big Max' who is supposedly the world's greatest detective.
The other evening, we were all cleaning up the dishes from dinner when I realized Val wasn't with us. I went outside and found him clipping the bushes. He had hacked up a nice bush in from of our porch and started in on the flowering tree. Luckily, he clipped just the right branch off of the tree.
The next night, we had decided to settle in and watch a movie as a family. Five minutes into the movie, my daughter is gasping and can hardly get the words out to tell us what's the matter. We all turn around to find Val holding a flaming fly-swatter high in the air. He had held it over a lit candle and suddenly found himself with a home-made torch that he didn't quite know what to do with.
We all jumped up, and Scarlett grabbed the kitchen sink sprayer shooting in his general direction, however the flame went out quickly by itself after Val dropped it on the kitchen floor.
A few minutes later, we were nervously laughing it off, grateful nothing bad came of it when Scarlett said, "I can't wait to be a Mother!"
Her reaction to the incident will go down in history for me as just as memorable as the actual event.