Lately, when I think of my boys, I get that warm and squishy feeling. You know the one... it only happens when you really love someone and you are really proud of them. It's a pretty darn special thing!
There are a million reasons that I am proud of each of the boys. They vary from ridiculously shallow (like goodness, I am proud that Zane is so good looking) to more meaningful, by far. Right now, I am beyond thrilled at the way the gang is treating each other. I love love love to watch the relationships between them.
While the boys have always been pretty good to each other, this latest phase started (as best I can pinpoint) back during the last snow event. Our "normal" up until that week back in February was that the big boys would disappear to the basement to watch TV and play video games and do tween boy stuff. I try not to ask too many questions. Plausible deniability is a good thing. While the BBs were in the basement, the little boys would be in the toyroom playing and watching shows. They are considerably more needy, what with their inability to reach the chocolate milk themselves. During the latest week stuck at home all together, something totally reasonable happened. They got bored.
The boredom lead them to branch out a bit. The LBs ventured downstairs. They played air hockey and wrestled and watched in utter fascination as their idols played video games. The BBs emerged from the basement and hung out in the toy room. Sometimes the pairs actually SPILT UP and Zane stayed in the basement with Spencer while Quinn and Beck hung out. And then a half an hour later they would mix things up again and Spencer would sit at the computer with Beck on his lap while Quinn let Zane win at some silly game. It was a beautiful thing! Built in playmates - and OPTIONS. Rock on! Snowstorms are a great validation of the decision to have a big family. Just saying...
These different relationships have continued in other ways now that we are no longer stuck in the house. Sometimes Beckett won't go to bed until Quinn reads books to him. Sometimes Spencer comes upstairs specifically to see if the LBs want to wrestle. Sometimes Quinn will actually pull an extra chair over to the computer so some little fellow can watch him. Spence carries Beck downstairs in the morning. Quinn pours milk for Zane. They look out for each other. It fills me with a kind of pride I just can't explain.
Last weekend was exceptionally nice down here. It was sunny and nearly 70 and we opened windows and played outside. A lot. They played with balls of all varieties. They played in the fort. They pulled out nerf guns and baseball bats. And they spent a LONG time all playing lacrosse. The big guys were giving pointers and the little guys were soaking up the attention and lessons along with the sunshine. Ozzie was in heaven.
I can only hope that this current phase, and all the fun the boys have been having with each other, sticks around a bit. I'm loving every minute of it!