The Duncster

I look at this picture and can't help heaving a *sigh* of relief.
I'm happy to have the infant part of my life over.

Especially the infant twins part.

However, this post is not about that.

Had you fooled for a second.

No, this is about my middle boy, my heart of hearts, my prince.

Matthew Duncan.

Don't misinterpret me. I have nice things to say about all my kids, and I love them all fiercely.

But I'd like to give them each their own place here, and I thought I'd start with him.

We have a lot in common, my Matthew and I.

We're both the third oldest in our families.

We are both very loyal.

We are both very cute.

But Matthew has a heart of gold. He wants to make others happy. He is always looking out for his sister Heidi. He worries that others in the family didn't get something, or go somewhere like him. He rarely cry's, never whines, and always has a joke to say, in his toddler fashion. He carries around his youngest brother 'Wessy' and shows him a different perspective of things.

"See Wessy? This-is-the-coutsh...That is Moman.... Here is a gun Wessy, go BANG!"

He is very loving and careful and gentle with others. He loves babies.

Here he is holding a very young Deklan, and you can see his concentration, being 'gentle'.

Matthew is my sunshine in an otherwise mundane day.

He needs me, a little bit more than the others. He craves my hugs and kisses, and I receive his constantly. He reminds me of my brother Jared, in many ways. That can either be good or bad.

God knows.

Not too long ago, I had the kids doing art while I put away laundry etc...

I'm creative, so I tend to focus on that with my kids, hoping they'll develop a love like I have to make, design, mold, paint, draw, write, using their imaginations to go against the norm.

Matthew came running up to me, pleased immensely with himself to show me a picture he drew.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look!"

His large blues eyes sparkled and his perfectly shaped teeth shone as he flashed me with his contagious smile, holding up his picture for me to see.

I, like the good mommy I am, exclaimed, "Whoa! Nice picture!"

He beamed.

I asked, "What is it Matthew?" Thinking it would be a storm we recently witnessed, or an ocean, or a field of flowers.

Still smiling, his dimples deep into his wonderful cheeks he replies,

"Poop!"

Thinking I didn't hear him properly I questioned his answer.

"Poop?"

Nodding he stated happily,

"Yes, Poop."

You can even see the corn.