What amazes me most about these two boys... more than how fast they grow, more than how much they eat (oh GAHD, how much they eat!!! when these kids hit puberty, we are going to have to buy some small agrarian island society just to reasonably support their appetites) is how different they are -- like some Eastern Philosopher's vision of balance. And it goes way beyond the obvious physical differences -- brunette/blond, shorter/ginormous, green eyes/brown eyes... Bean is the risk-taker while Banzo prefers to sit on the side and let him take the first horrible fall. Banzo is our lover and Bean has been known to kick and scream his way through a hug.
I think that I have mentioned before that save a sense of humor, N. and I have precious little in common. I often stare blankly in his direction wondering how on this green Earth have I ended up with someone who believes that free t-shirts constitute a complete wardrobe. He also cannot recite a single line from a John Hughes movie and until recently had not even seen Breakfast Club and Better off Dead. (I know... let me give you a moment to recuperate. It would be understandable were he from a foreign country, although in fairness... Beavertuckey is a whole other world) He, in the interest of equal time, finds himself at a loss for my total lack of interest in getting my own beverages and snacks. I would rather die of thirst than get up first. Oh and I hate college football and golf, which puts me just one rung shy of blasphemy. (I could fake it, but really who does that help?). I mention all of this to get to my point which is I am quite certain that Gahd's got a plan when it comes to these boys...
If N. and I were ever to part ways [knock on wood], we will have a HARD time deciding who gets the good TV... but it will be easier to split the children. Banzo for N. and Bean for me.
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