I had this vision in my head. Of a wonderful father-son fishing trip, where they would laugh and fish, and the sun would shine and birds would chirp cheerfully overhead. I would stand off to the side waiting to take that treasured first fish picture, and at the end of the day we would all retreat towards home, smiles on our faces. 
The way it went was more like, Wyatt swings his pole back and forth a few times, smacks the water, gets it stuck in a tree, then just chucks the whole pole into the river, fusses and asks to go home. Not exactly the father son bonding experience I had imagined. I guess we will try again next year. He had fun for a few minutes at least. Maybe for next summer I will lower my expectations a little. 
Still though, we don't get to see Daddy near enough with his work schedule, so anytime with him in special. And I love on long drives, such as the one to our fishing spot, where he reaches over and holds my hand. And even though we are sitting in silence listening to the radio, he tells me he loves me by squeezing my hand three times, still melts my heart after six years. 
(on our honeymoon - Greece)
And when we arrived home, the sky gave us a grand finale, to cap off a not so grand day. But evening skies like this one serve to wash away the stress of the day. And I love having all my boys around me to gaze at the sky together. 
Another thing I love about evenings when Justin is home, is being able to spend a little extra time cuddling my baby. Not having to rush putting him to bed so that I can take care of Wyatt. I love rocking him and feeling his head settle on my chest and his body sink down into my arms which are wrapped snug around his warm little body, as he drifts off to sleep. And how just like his Daddy and brother, as he falls deeper into dreamland, his mouth hangs open, just the slightest bit. I can't believe that two months have already flown by, and now my little is cooing and smiling and rolling around (or falling over).
When Wyatt talks to Ben (he calls him brother), he will call out, getting progressively louder until brother (aka me) answers. He starts with "hi brother", "hi brother", "HI brother!", "HI BROTHER!!!" So I've started conversations between them lately, and I have to try so hard not to laugh, but I am positive that Wyatt thinks it is Ben talking, and I can tell that he is tickled about it because he will keep randomly planting sloppy kisses on Ben's cheeks and giving him sometimes too tight squeezes.
As much as I want to treasure this time with Ben as a "little", I can't wait for the day that they can play together, and I don't have to do Ben's voice anymore for Wyatt. But, it will be here sooner than I think
P.S. Did I mention that Wyatt is now a DJ?
and that he has found a new favorite phrase?
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