The Men in My Life

 These are the men in my life... I will call them Bo (on the far left), Mr. Man (middle) and Dragon (far right). 
Bo is my baby, he is four and likes to draw funny pictures of large bellied super heroes and mice with hats.  He is famous round these parts for his extreme cuteness and constant stream of oddly musical gas. He's pretty random too. Yesterday he, without warning, broke the silence in the car to say, "What if you barfed up a huuuuge 'samwich' and it was so big and had teeth and then ate some peoples ... that'd be bad." Mmmmk

Mr. Man is the man. He's pretty much the best and I have a big crush on him ... He and I have been married for seven years this Sunday. I am still pretty sure that he is the most deserving of the title MacGyver of any guy alive.  The man can fix anything. Unless it's the bathroom sink which he's "getting to".  He's an obsessor, one month he must have/make/research/constantly obsess over making the worlds heaviest amplifier container and the next month he's so onto guitar pedals.  I can't keep up. Where I am ordered and self-controlled he is impulsive and spontaneous (i.e. he's the fun one).  And he is hilarious too.

Then there's Dragon.  He's my fiery five year old.  He's been pretty miffed with me lately for not naming him Dragon so I figured a blog name is close enough.  This child is something else. The Psalmist wrote that he was fearfully and wonderfully made.  I'm pretty sure that there was allot of that when Israel was being knit together in my poor aching womb but I have to believe there may have been a bit of laughter and maybe a few, "what else can I add to humble this soon to be mother..."   

Put that all together and you have this amazingly strong willed little guy with a sensitive heart and a ready fist.  He's a pretty neat kid. He likes to think of himself as a ninja robot super villain with death ray eyeballs but then he will cuddle up on the couch with me and insist that I read to him from Little House on the Prairie for two solid hours. Go figure.

So these are my men.