Matchie Matchie Train Pics

Alright so here's the deal. I really dig my kids.

Today was a first. I was kind of skipping the second hour of church, just hanging out in the halls talking. Which is not odd in and of itself but was odd because Jordan wasn't even there and usually he's the reason I skip out on sunday school. So today I was just skipping and about 3/4 the way into the meeting I decided to follow my wife into primary just for fun. Much to my surprise seated on the first row with all of the little Sunbeams was the backside of the smartest little Blondee Blonderson you've ever seen. Sitting all big and tall in his chair, feet dangling a few inches above the ground, paying attention to the music director and - get this - keeping his hands to himself.

I guess I just wasn't expecting it. He looked so big. "So what? You're kid went to Primary! Woopteedoo." If I actually hear any person say those words I'll come punch him in the face. I think it's the coolest thing in the whole world. My kid went to primary today! I couldn't leave. I just sat there behind the door frame watching until he'd turn around to see the big kids behind him. Then I'd wait a second and poke my head back in cause it was so cool.

So the other day we were at Sears wandering around because it was Black Friday and people watching is what we do. And we found the toy section. There is a teeny electromagnetic tuning station implanted in both of our boys allowing them to hone in and then go direct to any toy section in any store. So they of course found the trains and began playing with them. We could have left them there for an hour or two, done our shopping and come back and I'm pretty sure that neither of them would have moved or missed us. Unless the cops came then they'd at least have moved.

So we're letting them play while talking about presents for everybody on our shopping list. When we got to the boys we were talking about trains and such (what else) and Michelle says, "I think they have enough track. We'll just get them each an accessory" amid the 10 minute conversation which we were having. Really, what she said was a passing thought.

So as we are getting up and leaving the display of Thomas the Tank Engine, little BGB comes up to us with the biggest box of Thomas he could find and says, "I think I want this for my 'sussesserie'." Really? He was listening? I know he doesn't know what an 'accessory' is but he figured it out in context and bam! we got blinded by an almost 3 year old.

My kids are genius'.

Mackay is one tough little monster. Today I found him one top of his older brother - driving him into the ground - and biting him. His mother comes around the corner and immediately puts Brigham on time out. I explain what was really going on and she rectifies the punishment to he who actually offended the law and then asks me why I didn't do anything about it. What? I'm the Dad. I build bird houses, pinewood derby cars and make them hold a flashlight while I swear at engines. I don't stop wrestling matches amongst brothers - that's like in Dad law or something.

I think Mackay must be the new Samson; because Samson's parents didn't cut his hair until he was two either. When you get it wet the curly mullet actually goes all the way down to his shoulder blades. You can get a pretty good shot of it on the slideshow picture where he is solo silhouetted against the blue evening sky. Furiously blonde. Gosh I love it.

He's built like a Ransom. Briggie has a very Adam body. Narrow shoulders, a teeny 5 on a scale of 5 butt and soft extremities that reach for ever. Long and lean he's bigger than most kids his age but not heavier or necessarily stronger. Mackay on the other hand is barrel chested like his Grandpa Gene. He is stout and strong. The kid isn't made of rubber, it's more like Kevlar armor. He rarely cries when his brother sits on him and drives his face into the ground - and I've seen Brig pull some stuff that looked like he could get a football scholarship to the U of U. In these cases Calvin generally just gets up and then pounds on his brother - much like BYU did to the Yewts last week.

I think since his cousin in Boulder already has dibs on the nick name "Mack" we'll have to start calling Calvin the Punisher, or Thor.

These boys are amazing. No they are wicked amazing. No they are wicked awesome righteous amazing. No no, they are wicked awesome righteously rad amazing badasses. Yep. That's it. Badasses.

So I'm not kidding, I really dig my kids.