That being said, my boys get hurt and they get mad at each other (cause they can work it out); but that come with being a child, and having siblings, and enjoying childhood. Err... Right?
Case and point: Eli on Sunday morning.
Church is at 11, and the boys are having some good play time. Eli screams, I go and see what's the matter, and it looks like he put his teeth through the top of his lip. Fabulous!
I fix him up, anti-bacterial and band-aid, and he goes right back into the living room to play. For "jump off the couch onto Titus' mattress and land on yoga blocks to see if we can still stand" is just too much fun to miss!
Yup, still no pictures on the wall. Or any other decoration.
I'm feeling very modern around here.
1 comment:
i'm glad i'm not the only one. :) everyone comments on how tough of a girl julia is and how she isn't afraid to jump in and play with the boys... i love it. i wouldn't want it any other way!
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