The Beaver Boys

James is on his way back from the farm today- I missed his face around here. He adds a crackle to the air and when he is gone, my heart shrinks a bit. I know he loves the farm- in fact he went bowling and saw the new Chipmunk's movie so it sounds like his Christmas is continuing. Beaver Boot camp takes place the minute his toes hit the ground in Quincy...poor guy You may hear the whine from wherever you are @ 2pm.

Toby D, however, has definitely taken advantage of the 1-1 time. With the weather in the 50's we hit the backyard yesterday. He got a Batman cape for Christmas so he wears that wherever he goes. It was hilarious watching him mow the lawn with his cape billowing behind him. He really is owning his SuperPowers, too.

With a 5 year difference, the boys get along pretty well. James is very patient with his brother.Toby however is the intitiator. While his characteristics include curiosity, problem solving and many other attributes exhibited by a gifted toddler ;)- he is a brute. Toby does not stand for being pushed around. In fact he is a quiet instigator. He is famous for his punch and run style of play. The boys have recently started Wrestle Mania. While I too enjoy a good Beaver Sandwich and body slam combo- I find myself having to protect James before Toby sends him into Sleepy Land. He has technique, speed and POWER. I sometimes compare him to Tyson. Not the coked out, fat Tyson; but the lean mean boxing machine Tyson.

I blame this aggression on the fact that Toby puts up with a lot of earpiercing, attention curdling screams and whines from his big brother.  James was an only child for 5 years- spoiled in every direction you turn.  When #2 came along, life as he knew it changed.  James still seeks constant attention- positive or negative. When he gets picked up from school he runs down the sidewalk screaming for kids, "Caden, Elyza, Lyndsey Lyndsey, Lyndsey!  This is my mom.  Hey Caden, it's my mom."  Replace mom with whoever is picking him up.  Half the time the kids don't even turn around. He's like a Jack Russell Terrier hopping on and off random pieces of furniture.  I always ask him to, "turn it down," the energy is up way too high.  By the time he gets home he needs a snack or we will go head to head for 8 rounds by dinnertime.  Most of the time Matt is picking him up, so the chances of leveling his blood sugar out are slim to - 

Gah- the thought occurred to me that Grandma Farm was coming down, so I need to get my tail in gear.  This house needs a scrub down.  Toodle-ee-oo racoon.