Jeepers creepers. It's already Thursday evening. This week has been busy but slow at the same time.
(Can someone please give this child a haircut? Somehow that errand got squeezed out. And, yes, that is vinegar and baking soda on my kitchen counter again. You'd be surprised how many science tricks you can concoct with that stuff.)
(And thank you Mrs. Juli for cleaning out your game closet and passing on Boggle. Annalyse likes to shake-rattle-and-roll the cubes. And, sshhh, don't tell Grady Lee, but he's actually "doing school" when he plays this game.)
Everything comes full circle. "Don't take the truck your brother is playing with unless you'd like him to take it from you while you're playing." "Don't close the door when he is walking through unless you'd like him to close it on you." "Why are you crashing into his Lego tower? Would you like him to do that to your tower?" "You know better than to laugh when he falls. How would you feel?"
My boys are each others bestest friend. Bestest. Best buddies and brothers? While that is a privilege it's also a recipe for some loud and rough mishaps. I've got my work cut out in trying to continually remind and teach the idea of preferring the other above himself. (Then again, I need to learn that lesson, too.)
Yeah, this week has been busy but slow at the same time. Busy being busy with life. Slow being slow in the day-to-day.