Rowdy Boys....

So, I have two grandsons, Macrae and Rhett. Brothers. They are so fun, light hearted and sweet boys, yet, they are rowdy! They are the youngest cousins, and will be until Keith and Jenny have their baby this coming early November (Go KJ's bring it on!) and these two marauders are so, so funny! I can't wait to see them driving cars, and making their parents crazy!

I have 3 brothers. Rick was born 4/51, Tom 8/52, me 3/54, and Rob 9/55. Lets do the math; Rick and Tom, 16 months. Tom and Dan, 19 months. Dan and Rob, 18 months. I used to joke with my dad that we would have had another brother, but the doctors nailed the recovery room shut after Rob was born. Man, we were rowdy boys! My poor mom had no clue what all this manhood stuff was about. She only had sisters! And here, she had not 1, but 4 boys! 8 years after Rob came the twins; girls - Margaret and Marion. I like to think they were dessert after a very bad meal!

I don't think there was a single thing that one of the "boys" didn't get into, trouble wise, collectively or alone. Mostly, we were good sons, but we did like our shennanigans and pranks.

I am reminded of my childhood often, when I watch the sly and shifty eyes of Macrae and Rhett. They have that certain twinkle in their eyes that says, "Please, please, please! Turn your back on us! It will give us a running start!"