Where does time go? We are in our second month of the new year and last week, I started to write the year 2014 on a check. Apparently, my brain hasn’t caught up to our calendar quite yet. My boys are now ages 3, 5, and 7. I think they’re the reason my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders. Do you know how many brain cells it takes to keep up with three little boys? It’s a constant, head spinning game of “Who left this here for me to step on?” and “Who spilled this?” and “What is that smell?” and then, “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” Fortunately, my anxiety about their physical well-being has reduced some since my Dad got the boys football helmets for Christmas. What he may not have anticipated is that I make them wear the helmets all of the time. There’s less crying this way.
We’ve had our share of sickness this winter, too, and that never helps my ability to think clearly. When kids are up during the night coughing, gagging, and crying, we all suffer. It can be frustrating in the wee hours of the morning, but then when they look like this…
…it’s hard not to just lay around all day and snuggle. So, Jon and I took turns staying home from work and doing just that. Watching movies and snuggling with our boys. It was tough, but someone had to do it.
In other news, Jon and I are building a house in the country. We have lived in town or on a campus for all of our married years, but we both decided it was time to return to our roots and give our boys the opportunity to grow up on a farm like we did. The process is ongoing, but we do have a driveway now and we’ve been spending a lot of time on the computer and on the phone planning out some of the details.
With the few brain cells I have left, I’ve been reading this book:
We have drastically reduced the amount of time our boys spend playing video games and on interactive screens such as ipads and cell phones. We found that their innocent racing games and competitive sports games were turning them into monsters who couldn’t deal with questions, problems, or decisions without throwing giant tantrums. It was exhausting and frankly, very tempting to walk away from them while yelling, “Whose kid is that?! GET.SOME.CONTROL!”
And last, but not least, I’ll leave you with some artwork created and named by our youngest artist, Greyson.
Exhibit A: “Mommy Eating Corn on the Cob”
Exhibit B: “Daddy Holding his Pants Up with his Mouth”
So, life moves forward whether you have all brain cells firing or not. Fortunately, in my circle of friends and family, having brain cells that function is completely optional. It’s all part of this
exhausting beautiful stage of parenting little boys.