Big Brother/Little Brother

So, my Bubba Love has started talking. Like REALLY talking. So much so, that the boy is rarely quiet. It started earlier this year and has snowballed since. He is well past the point of getting a few words out here an there. Instead, full sentences and paragraphs come flying out of him constantly. And, I love it. I love hearing his sweet voice telling me "I wuff you, mama" and I love hearing the sass that comes out of him (but don't tell him I said that). I love that he argues with his brother, but also consoles him when he's sad. I love, love, love that boy of mine and his voice, now that he has finally found it!


And, in keeping up with the tradition of his brother, he has his own sense of humor that cracks me up to no end. This afternoon, he discovered that Bryce HATES to be called guy. You know when you can't remember someone's name and you say, "Remember that guy . . .?" Yeah, Bryce hates that. Brady picked up on it and, being the typical little brother that he is, he enjoys pushing that button repeatedly. Especially when Bryce starts to get whiny. Example: We were on our way home from grocery shopping tonight. It is almost eight o'clock and Bryce asks to go to the pool. When I told him no (and not just based on the time. I am still pissed at the lifeguards and their "rules" that are never consistent. When I confronted them about one of their new "rules", I was informed that only "sometimes" is it in effect and, generally, it is up to the lifeguard on duty as to whether or not to enforce it. So, basically, my kids could get yelled at randomly, depending on what kind of mood the lifeguard is in. Yeah, what the eff ever. We won't be going back. But, I digress . . . ), he started to whine about it.


Bryce: But the pool is open now. It could be family swim and we are missing it.
Me: I don't care, we aren't going. Besides, it's almost bedtime.
Bryce: (still whining and getting louder): But whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Brady: Hey, guy.
Bryce: (starting to fake cry AND whine): Don't call me guy. Mom, Brady called me guy!
Me: *sigh*
Brady: Sup guy?
Bryce: ehhhhhhhhhhh! uhhhhhhhhhhh! Mooooooooom! Brady, don't call me guuuuuuuy!
Brady: It's ok, guy.


And so it went on for the next ten minutes until we were pulling onto our street. By then, Brady became enamored with a squirrel on the road and began to describe the "Sandy" he saw, leaving his brother alone. The whining quieted temporarily. I must add that Travis and I were laughing our asses off the whole time, rather than intervene. cause sometimes, you have to laugh. And, my kids will already need heavy therapy for being so blessed with me as their mother, I may as well make them get their money's worth.