Where my boys at?

Everytime Pat takes Fin somewhere, when they get home I fling open the door and sing "Wheeeeere my boys at?" to the tune of 'Where's your head at?'. If you don't know this song, I judge. Anyways, it's hilarious to Fin and that's all that matters. Plus it gives me a chance to showcase my new Zumba moves without embarrassement. Although Pat points out I should probably still be embarrassed...

So I'm showcasing my boys in this post. First there's Pat. He's my hilarious best friend who I happen to be married to. We met as lifeguards, I always thought he was way out of my league (still do), but somehow we ended up dating and getting married. We still look at each other sometimes and laugh that we are married with two kids. Obviously, God does have a sense of humor. He works so hard at his job so that I can stay home with our boys which I love him for. He can do a mean shimmy and has recently fallen back in love with wearing wife beaters around the house, much to my horror. I will only refer to him as "sexy lady" when he insists on wearing them, but he seems to like the title unfortunately. He is the best leader to our family and I wish I was more like him.

Next is Fin. Fin is a hilarious and exhausting mixture of sweetness mixed with two year oldness. He insists that we're best friends (which we are) and that we eat "duggies" (doughtnuts) as much as possible (which we do). He's my little buddy and I treasure this time when he loves nothing more then to roll a ball back and forth with Pat and I. We may or may not brainwash him at night by whispering to him while he's asleep that he never has to leave him but can stay here forever.

Lastly is Cole, or Coley Bear as we call him. He is joy in a 7 month old body. He is so stinkin happy and cuddly. His new trick is he sits up, which proves he's a genius. He's ambivalent about baby food, thinks Fin is hilarious, and loves to head bob to imaginary music. Cole's only faults are he does not sleep through the night (I like to think he misses me) and he tries to out sing me when I'm singing him to sleep. There's only room for one Celine in that room, buddy.

In conclusion: I love my boys and am not sure why God has blessed me so much but he has. Abundantly. And I'm grateful and in love.