My Boys

Right now, I am in the midst of my Fall Break. So far, it has gone quite well, and I have no complaints. I have accomplished a few things from my to-do list, but I have also got to do something much better than that. I spent both yesterday and today, and will also spend tomorrow night, with my nephews.

I have been blessed with four wonderful, handsome, loving nephews. Each of my nephews holds a special place in my heart. Cody is the oldest, at 6 years old. He was born when I was in the 6th grade, and with each day, I find it harder to believe that he is a kindergardener...it just doesn't seem possible! But here he is, beginning to build a life all his own, beginning to understand life and everything else just a little bit more with each day. He is learning to read and write, almost able to sound out some words. Cody is the artistic one, I think. I do believe that he is right-brain dominant in most every way. I wouldn't be surprised at all if he became an inventor, because he is always rigging something up with string/rubber bands/any other random thing he finds. My mom and I have come to the conclusion that if we are ever stranded on a deserted island, we want Cody with us, because he could find a way out. He reminds me of Macgyver. He also shares my love of music. He loves to sing and whistle at any chance he gets, which I love.

Wyatt is next at 4 1/2 years old. I was a 7th grader when he was born, and now Wyatt is in Preschool. Wyatt definitely has the most vivid imagination out of the four. He is always trying to recreate scenes from random movies with anyone who will go along with it. His favorite is Monsters, Inc., particularly the scene with the scream extractor, and I'm always Mike, and he is Randall. He is very affectionate most of the time, and generally he won't leave without getting his "lovings" in. He has learned how to spell and write his name, and he loves walking around informing us that "W-Y-A-T-T spells WYATT!!!!!" Not necessarily the hardest name to spell, perhaps, but even so, I love this. Wyatt is getting to the age where he is beginning to converse with people much better. My favorite thing is when he recites his nursery rhymes that he learns from school. He is very enthusiastic about school and learning, which I really love.

Kyle is 3 1/2, almost 4 years old. He was born in the middle of my 8th grade year. Next year, he will begin school, which he is very excited about. He is very inquisitive, always asking "Why?" to everything you tell him, which can be exasperating at times, but I usually try to explain, because he just has a thirst for knowledge is all. It is evident that Kyle is the youngest, because he is Cody's shadow. Everything Cody does, Kyle is two steps behind him. From the moment he was born, he didn't act like a baby; he always thought that he was a big boy. Kyle is a daredevil. He is always up to something that usually ends with a few bumps and bruises. He is not without fear, though. He is afraid of loud noises (particularly fireworks) and cows. For some reason he has it in his mind that the cows will bite him if he gets too close. An odd rationalization, maybe, but a guarantee that he won't go out in the pasture alone, definitely. My favorite thing is that he is very affectionate. He is a lover. When I am with Kyle, at least every 20-30 minutes, he tells me that he loves me, and I know that he means it. He has a caring personality, no doubt. I wish that many people would take lessons from him on how to love and care for others, because he does both like a champ.

Andrew is nearly 15 months old. He was born during the summer following my Sophomore year. He can walk, run, crawl, and do almost any other thing you can imagine. He is little, but he believes that he is just as big as the others. Andrew is my one and only Godson, as of yet. He is very expressive with all of the faces he makes. (My favorite is when he crinkles his nose and smiles) He is beginning to talk, although it is mostly babbles or random syllables. He does understand what you say, but he doesn't say much. Wyatt was like that too, and when he finally decided to talk, he never quit, so I'm still waiting for that day! He loves his mom more than anything, and no one really stands a chance with him when she is in the room. Today we learned that Andrew & I share a love of rain. My favorite thing is when he gives me hugs, which are amazing; he gives wonderful hugs for a little guy.

Each of my nephews are different, but for each difference, they have many similarities. They all love the outdoors, having tickle fights, reading books, and, most importantly, each other. They each have a special place in my heart. At times, they might get into my things, say things they shouldn't, and, sometimes, get on my last nerve, but at the end of the day, I would be lost without them, and the pure, limitless love that lies within their little hearts.