Tuesday, May 11, 2010
My boys have also kicked it up a notch. They are obsessed with playing ball in the house. (I have the broken stuff to prove it.) They also enjoy playing the computer (a little too much). The only problem there is that only one boy can play at a time. The other boy is left sitting uncomfortably close to the other one yelling commands at the screen. Ugh!
So last week while I'm dealing with the girlies, Rugby decides that having the computer is so important he is going to threaten his little brother with bodily harm. I hear, "Moooooom, Rugby is trying to light my hair on fire!" (Yeah, I'm not kidding.) I come running downstairs yelling threats the entire way. There is my precious boy with a lighter and a safety pin out and ready. He was going to poke his brother and then set him on fire. He is now banned from lighters, safety pins, and all sharp objects.
I have always been under the impression that the older my kids got, the easier my life would be. Not so. I have now gone from wiping butts to putting out fires (literally in some cases).
I'm just starting to realize that my life will be full of action until the day I die.
The good news for you is, you can read about it for years to come. If nothing else, my life supplies me with endless material for this blog. I'm not sure if that is a good thing-- but it's true none the less.
Later this week I'll share with you some of my favorite secrets to getting the family out the door on time. See you then...