Silly Boy!

I love this sweet silly boy of mine! He is my quiet, thinking, observant, sharing little one. He is extremely thoughtful of his sister and always wants to share with her. Sydney is definitely his best friend and he looks up to her. He is also very bright and loves to learn about numbers and tries to read anything from the newspaper, my magazines, Sydney's books, scriptures and even a manual to something in the house. He loves to use his brain.


Now, Camden also has another side to him that we have not experienced with Sydney. Sydney always wants to please people and do what is right. Camden wants to do what he wants to do and does not care at times what people think. Disciplining him is extremely hard. Anson and I showing any disappointment to him does not motivate him like it does with Sydney. Sydney is devastated if we are disappointed with her.



This past week our struggle with Camden is trying to get him to clean up after himself. It is SOOOOO painful to watch how long it takes to put away 5-7 items and the steps he takes to get there. I swear it would just be easier if I did it ten times over, but I know he wouldn't be learning anything. Some days, it takes hours....yes hours for 5 things! He will hold one item in his right hand that he wants to play with after he cleans up while trying to clean with his left. It peeves me like you cannot believe!! I can't tell you how many times I find his toys, spoons, plates, cups or shoes in the garbage can because he is just NOT thinking (or he is thinking about other things) while cleaning. It truly pains me! But I'm good and just step back and let him do it on his own. I know (or think) his future wife will appreciate me.

So the other day I was predicting that I was not going to be a good mom and lose my cool, so I told Anson it was his turn to help Camden clean up his room. Camden had a big box out in the middle of the floor that holds the parts to his marble track. Neither Anson or I could remember where this big box came from and asked Camden, "Where did this box come from Camden?" In a reverent reply, "From Jesus." We both just smiled and tried to ask him again, "No, Camden where did the track come from?" He replied again, "From Christmas time. Santa Claus gave it to me." Oh my goodness I'm thinking to myself while smiling! "Camden, where does this box go in your room?" Camden realizing he is not giving us the right answer said, "Oh...it goes in the bottom drawer". It would not be physically possible to fit it in that drawer unless you destroyed the box.

I love my boy! He is my absolute opposite in the cleaning department. I know that I will have to keep my patience with him and always check the garbage before it goes out.