Boys will be boys {the next generation}

Boys will be boys {the next generation}

Boys will be boys, I am told. My oldest friend Mary Heather (although she is technically 5 months younger than me) travels transcontinental with her two toddlers, yet again, so we were able to get our boys together. She lives almost as far away as possible, while staying in the US…  Kirkland, Washington! Her son, Hanley, is 10 months younger than Raynes yet he outweighs him by exactly 21 lbs. Football tryouts are next month.


When we were little girls, MH and I would lay on her bedroom floor and play a game we called ‘dream.’  We would dream about what we might be one day and describe it in detail. I wanted to wear a black, tight leather jumpsuit (picture Sandy in the final scene in ‘Grease’). I would also own a brown Trans Am with a large eagle spread on the hood. Ideally, I would have had a cool name like Teresa, not a gender-neutral name like Garrett.  Well, gender-neutral Garrett has yet to drive a big brown Trans Am (though it’s not too late) and I sure as heck am not wearing a tight leather jumpsuit with 4 inch heels. Our dreams have changed slightly.  Now when Aunt MH and I get together we ‘dream’ what it would be like to raise our boys in the same town, have them in the same grade and on the same t-ball team.  Meanwhile, we will get them together as often as we can, even ifPreview post it does take MH flying and driving for 9+ hours, and appreciate these dirty, stinky little boys for the sweet things that they are.












We had to give Hanley a proper welcome by driving him through the power lines. Because nothing says class like the power lines.