Brainwashed

After Matthew was born, I told Brandon that the boys are 'mine' until they turned 2 (thanks for that suggestion Jodi!). Nothing was off limits. They could wear cute clothes and be called "pretty". The baby room could be less-than-manly. Those days are over....

This morning:

He was 'spooning' the football. And it's not a soft, nerf-type football. It's a real, hard football...just smaller than a real one. Brandon did this. I know that he did. So while I smirk at the fact that my boy is growing up, I love Brandon and I love that our boys are growing up to be like him.

One the flip side of "my-boys-are-perfect moments"...Matthew threw a Matchbox car (a red Ferrari to be specific) at my head yesterday because I wouldn't let him watch Bob The Builder. Are you kidding me?! I locked him in his room until it quit hurting (approx 15 min) and then took all cars and trains away for the remainder of the day (no cars = 2 yr old hell). I left the cars on the bar, so that he could see them. It was pure torture :) All day long, he would walk by the cars,shaking his head, saying "car hit mommy head....no no Matthew".