Miraculously dinner was in the oven, where it would stay for the next 25 minutes.
With a little time on my hands I thought I’d be generous and give my “love language of quality time” son some one-on-one attention.
(Lately I haven’t been in a sit-down-on-the-floor-and-play-with-the-boys kinda mood. Like Quade commented the other day, “Mommy’s busy doing stuff”. You know the “stuff”. Picking up random Legos, kinda ...
When I had Knox, the older boys were just finishing up the second half of Spring semester. A month after he was born, I attended parent-teacher conferences. During one conference a teacher asked me, “When ____(insert name)___ does something he’s not supposed to do, what is his consequence?”
Oh shoot! Consequences? I had completely forgotten about consequences.
What I wanted to tell her, but wisely didn’t, was ...
All the boys were rough housing, laughing, and chasing one another. Until Quade fell over and Price with his soccer-kleat-wearing foot accidentally stepped on Quade’s chest. That was the end of the laughter and the beginning of accusations and mud-slinging.
My husband quickly grabbed the injured brother and took him to our car. The other brothers ...