Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Tipton boys will be Tipton boys

It is not easy to be a wife to a Tipton boy,  I don't know if it is easier or harder for me because we live out of the "Tipton" state of California.  When I first married or even started dating Erik and we would go visit his family it was always very entertaining to watch all 4 of the bothers, if not somewhat chaotic.  As time went on and Erik and I got married and had kids the chaos of the Tipton brothers though still entertaining is still sometimes annoying. When they are having so much fun together that they forget that they have a wife and kids.  There are times when you can see any one of the Tipton wives sitting in the car with all the kids buckled up and ready to go home 40 minutes past bedtime; but the Tipton boys are so clueless as to what is going on outside their circle of fun.  How many a family reunion do we wives chase after and entertain our kids while our husbands entertain themselves with various games; R.C. cars,  pillow toss with elbow catch, baseball,  crazy high fives(this can go on for awhile), video making.  The list goes on and on.

As the years have past I have learned to be more patient and realize that they don't see each other very often.  Last night after a rainy day home with the kids Erik was sitting working on his lap top and I was doing dishes.  At the first sound of laughter I looked up to find my boys 20 minutes into a game of kick the hacky sack past the other and score a goal.  The game totally made up on the spot with rules and all.  They were entertained for an hour before it was time to cut them off and put them to bed.

As I sat recording them I couldn't help but think to myself; only a Tipton boy could be this entertained for so long.  I can only hope that my boys will grow up and have a relationship like their uncles.  I pray that they will always find joy in one anothers company, that they will have many moments of laughter together.  If I am lucky enough, maybe they will drive their wives crazy playing silly games way past the time they are suppose to be somewhere else.