(This is what my boys would look like in the bodies of 25 year olds)
At least daily I'm reminded of how much fun it is to have boys. Toby and Ben are constantly going at it-wrestling, racing, competing. Just in the last couple of weeks Chase has figured out that he too is one of the boys and wants in on the wrestling matches. His face lit up today as I threw him on top of dog pile and his little growl assured me he's been taking notes. Though there are times when I can't take another minute of crashing cars or Toby sitting on Ben's head longer than is needed, I love that my boys like a good rumble, and love that soon enough Chase will get to join in on the fun. As long as there's no blood-it's good for them.