Picnic

June 28th, 2011

This is Ethan.  He is my second son.  Under normal circumstances he is a peace loving teenager with a penchant for books, a love for soccer and a beautiful (according to his mother) singing voice.  But these are not normal circumstance.  Nay.  These are very trying times.  For we are sitting on the dock that the CD is currently building (story to follow) eating a simple meal of pizza and Pepsi and enjoying a short break between ballgames and other summer spasms when along comes…

Drew.

Drew is my third son.

He is known for his deep and passionate love of baseball, his wizardry with a movie camera and his (according to his mother) striking good looks.  Unfortunately Drew is also a pest.  He’s that little brother.  The one that likes to keep his siblings in a state of near constant aggravation.  It’s hard to explain, because as an onlooker, I frequently fail to see exactly how Drew is being so maddening to his siblings.  But he is.  He drives them crazy.

And that is why Drew is looking back over his shoulder.  Ethan has just left the picnic area.  He’s headed back to the house because he’d had enough of Drew and his abilities to aggravate, but Drew couldn’t stand the site of his brother’s back walking away from him.  He needed Ethan. He needed Ethan bad.  He had to get him back.

Here’s Drew getting Ethan back.

And here’s Ethan coming back.

And giving Drew exactly what he was hoping for?

Here’s Drew begging for help from his mom.

But his mom’s not going to give him any help.

Why?

Because she’s old.

And tired.

And she just wants to eat her pizza and drink her Pepsi in peace.

So maybe if Ethan silences Drew – she will finally get some peace.

And also because she know that on some primal level that she can’t really understand, Drew wants this to happen to him.

He wants his brother to beat on him a little.

It must mean something to him.

Because Drew provokes this response over and over and over and over and over and over and over AGAIN!

This is Jack watching Drew get pummelled by Ethan.

And this is me.

Watching Jack watching Drew get pummelled by Ethan.

When the screams reach a fever pitch I will tell Ethan to stop.

To keep the neighbors from calling the cops and because I can only take the screaming so long.

And Drew will raise his bruised body off the grass and turn towards the departing figure of his brother…

And the cycle will start all over again.

Summer.

Such an idyllic time.

Comments

  • km:

    Rechelle,

    I had three brothers.

    You understand.

  • I have three boys. I completely understand. Noise, dirt, wrestling, emergency room visits….Moms of girls have it sooo easy ;) That is until they reach the teenage years and the table is turned. Give me a teenage boy over a hormonal, PMSing teenage girl any day.

    My “Drew” also had a Vote For Pedro shirt when he was that age….

  • Carol:

    Having 3 girls, I can say they’re no picnic either. However, we haven’t wound up in an ER yet. They share the same proclivity to provoke and pick on each other, and as my mother says, “sometimes I don’t know which is worse, the screaming or the giggling.” Summers are not quiet. That’s why I let mine sleep in awhile- that way I at least have some peace in the morning to get me through the day : ) Good luck, Rechelle!

  • poppy:

    Beautiful post.

  • I look forward to summertime so much. And then, after the first few weeks they start to squabble……often. I guess that’s just how it goes. When your kids were little I remember you saying you felt like you had the same looking baby 4 times. I always thought Ethan looked the most like you, and I still do. Such a handsome kid!

  • annmarie:

    Aw. Vintage Rechelle post. I love it. You made me laugh and you even made me get a little misty eyed. This was one good post.

  • Mindy:

    Such cuties.

    It was also the third child in my family that was the aggravator. He could literally make me see red. Thank goodness he grew out of that stage!

  • I enjoyed this post. I love how you captured that moment with your words and pictures. This post will be something your boys and grandchildren and great grandchildren will treasure.

  • I feel your pain… How many days until school starts up again? I don’t know about you… but I’m counting down.

  • I gave my brother a bloody nose when we were kids. I think he was hoping for it too.

    Your boys are classic goodlooking boys.

  • Catherine:

    It could be worse. You could have male twins. My friend has 9 year olds. The kicking and punching that goes on oy oy oy. But they do love each other dearly. It’s exhausting to watch them. I have two brothers and a sister. The youngest brother was the biggest pain, especially to me as a teenager. He followed me and my friends around all through the summer. We are 8 years apart. He would unlock the bathroom door lock with a knife so he could peer in and see what I was doing by way of the mirror. He is still a pain.