I was always curious about what it would be like to be a mom to boys. I come from a family of girls. My parents had two girls. My sister and I had only girls ... until Isaac. Now the tides have turned. Since Isaac got the ball rolling, three more boys have come onto the scene. (Two for my sister and one more for me.) It IS different. That's for sure. GOOD different. Funny different. Random different. "Rainman" different. I love listening in on Isaac and Noah conversations. It is a hoot.
Today in the truck the boys went over the names of every big machine known to man. Isaac would name them, Noah would repeat. Starting with the cement truck and working their way to Excavators, Backhoe's and Bulldozers. The weird thing was --- not twelve seconds later they were singing their version of the old spiritual sung long ago. It goes like this when they sing it:
"Swwwwiiinnng Looooww Sweeet Cherrrry-aaannna - Comin fort to carry me hooome swiiinnngg loooowww sweeet cherrrry-annna - Comin fort to carry me home."
Not to worry though. Hope was there to tell them "IT IS CHARIOT!!!" "DUH!" She added the roll of the eyes just to be sure they get how dumb they are. ;) The boys are soooo lucky to have her. After all, she knows everything! :)
Chorus: Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home.
