What's in a name?

I thought starting a blog would be a good way to record the fantastic and frustrating moments of trying to raise two boys who have definite opinions despite their inexperience in the world. I often feel remiss for not writing down the things that Carter says and Will does. Every day is another adventure and I have been letting them evaporate into the air. Well, no longer!
As I was setting up this blog, I was asked for a name. Nathan and I thought of some titles that were suitable, and then I said, "what about the Sons of Thunder." I refer to the boys by that title often in reference to James and John in the N.T. Of course, Nathan loved it but I was afraid that it might not come off as being too complimentary of my boys. That's when brushing Carter's teeth became a small military skirmish with shouts of "I can't see MY eyes, daddy!" What?! And suddenly Will stuck something in his mouth from the floor and ate it. Nathan pounced on him and tried to finger sweep the foreign object from his mouth but he'd already swallowed it. I hope it wasn't a nut or covered in milk or eggs. Or a lentil. That would mean a few hours hanging around an emergency room. He seems fine. So, Sons of Thunder fits.
Tonight at supper, Carter said the blessing. He is transitioning from a song he learned at school to actually speaking to God. Upon completing a very sweet prayer, he looked up and smiled, dimples flashing "that was the best prayer ever, wasn't it?!"
Will is walking all the time now, which is strange. In just a few short weeks, he has experienced a developmental explosion. It's so odd to see him toddling around the house when I'm used to this little angel zipping around the house on all fours. He stoops to pick up things and tries to carry various objects around the house. He is always smiling in a way that seems to say "Well, would you look at that! I can carry around the broom!"
Children are amazing. Oh, and Carter has asked that I refer to him and his brother as Super Carter and Super Will from now on.