My Boys are Growing Up

Well, my boys are growing up. To begin with, Will saw his first dead deer this past weekend. Jeff's cousin shot one and all the "men-folk" went to go see the prize. Will went along, too. I asked him what he thought about it upon returning and he said, "Fine". (His standard answer to everything that requires his thoughts - what a little man!) However, he did add in a little bit more information that I wasn't expecting: "I want to see it alive and then watch it fall and kick." Ummm... no. Apparently he overheard the story of the hunt. In the end, his experience with the dead deer was neither bad nor terribly exciting. I'm ok with that.

I'm new to all this deer hunting and how much to involve kids in it. Jeff was the first hunter I dated. In fact, the first dead deer I saw was killed by Jeff. (For those of you that don't know, if it isn't obvious by now... I was not raised in the country. I was raised in the city and in the suburbs. Nothing against the country; I love it. I'm just still learning "the country way". LOL!)

Tonight, Jeff took Will to an outdoor sportsman store to trade in one of his guns. I didn't mind Will going because, to be truthful, I really wanted to have one less child on my hands for a while. Nothing exciting happened at the shop though as it was closed upon arrived. But still, I let my baby go to a gun shop! I.am.amazed. I think I'm doing pretty well for a city girl watching her 5-year-old-baby learn about hunting and guns and death. (I think...)


On a MUCH lighter note, Witt graduated to the big tub tonight and Nathan got to be the wash-er instead of the wash-ee. (Will is always trying to wash Nathan when they bathe together.)

[Where else but in my brain does dead deer and two boys in a tub belong in the same post??? I DO realize the craziness of it, just so ya know...]

*crying whiny voice*
My babies are growing up!