charge!

Brent has always been called “bull” by his daddy. I think it must stir some deep man-feelings within the father and son to call and respond to such a title. It could also be that as children (and, well, still as adults) they often “play bull” which involves getting in a hands and knees position and butting one another about the head and shoulders. Bizarre and perhaps disturbing for an unindoctrinated, civilized onlooker, but true. Then again, the title “Bull” could also be because the Cobb boys were born with horns. You think I’m kidding but I’m absolutely serious. Their foreheads do this weird denty-inny thingy that leaves them with squared off pointy horns.  Again, strange but true. Check Brent out the next time you see him. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the stares.

Somehow Ephraim knows he was destined to be a bull. He’s perfected his charging. While I have been the lifelong beneficiary of his sudden and rapid headlong advances, school has become his preferred place to “charge”. Most noticably down the hall upon entrance to the building. And back down the hall at the end of the day to pick his sister up from her class. On Wednesdsay when I picked him up I found him like this…

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A split-second later, the baby bull was full speed ahead…

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And then off down the hall to gather his sister. Whose presence he immediately resented as soon as she tried to impede his charging.

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But he wrestled his way free and continued his forward progress…

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Stopping only occasionally to practice his nosiness (hey, he did get something from his mama)…

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This baby bull can’t be tamed.

AnonymousAugust 28, 2009 - 7:59 pm

Dated you hubby’s bro many years ago. Joked with him that he had a Cro-Magnon head. Strong brow, slitty eyes and yes an odd shaped head that had points. He said it was signs of his intellegence. hehe

GramaAugust 29, 2009 - 3:03 pm

I keep coming back to this post. Guess I need to comment. I love the pictures — E with his haircut, S being the bossy big sis, E stopping to be nosey, S holding on to her pink lunch pail, the mommy legs. And then I paid closer attention to E’s classroom. That little riding horse is the same one I remember my little girls riding on 25 years ago…. Do you remember it? I love you!

AmyAugust 30, 2009 - 3:10 pm

He’s so stinkin’ cute! And I’ll be checking for Brent’s horns in a few weeks in Colorado. . .

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