All I Gotta Say Is.....

YOU'VE GOTTA READ THIS BOOK!

Chris and I have now both read this thanks to my Mom-in-law bringing this into our home last week! Go out and get it TODAY! You'll finish it the same day you buy it, but it will be ingrained in you for a lifetime! Can't stress it enough!! ;0)

Yet Another Shattering Experience....

Not 30 minutes after I typed the last blog, there was wailing coming from the boys bathroom upstairs. I ran up while balancing a baby and a bottle (sound familiar) to find 2 little, wet, crying, naked boys standing outside of the bathtub. Apparently, Jack squirted a water toy at the light fixture above the tub causing the bulb to shatter. The whole thing fell into the water grazing Thatcher's back on the way down. (go figure)
Luckily, he got by with one small scratch, no blood, no embedded glass fragments. Nonetheless, they were frightened beyond belief. This time a tear ridden Jack said "I'm sad that I made Thatcher get hurt." With that, they both cried harder...then I heard a 3rd cry enter the mix....the cry of a 3 month old baby girl who I had been feeding while trying to calm the 2. The cries of her brothers sparked her own tiny need to sympathize....isn't that what girls do?
Once again the boys are having a "sleepover", snuggled together, and best friends.....

However, Chris' version of the story is "I'VE TOLD THEM A THOUSAND TIMES TO QUIT SQUIRTIN THAT LIGHT FIXTURE! WHY DOES IT TAKE THEM DISOBEYING AND GETTING HURT TO LEARN A LESSON??"

Ouch! That's a whole 'nother blog!................

There Once Was A Boy Who Fell Out Of A Tree...

We have a cluster of huge fir trees behind our house. There is a little area within the trees that the boys have claimed as their secret hideouts. They've added "rooms" with sticks. Chris helped them attatch a rope to one of the branches to pull up the leaves making a "garage" for them to enter. Their imaginations are priceless.

Jack is THE tree climber in the family. One evening he was climbing pretty high up in one of these trees. Unfortunately, he sat on a weak branch, it snapped, and he fell. He landed on his stomach and got the wind knocked out of him. Thatcher watched the entire thing and was traumatized. In fact, the way we found out was hearing Thatcher bawling hysterically. Since we hear this numerous times throughout the day, we didn't jump up. He made his way inside just sobbing. Then screamed out that Jack had fallen out of the tree.

Of course, then I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. I imagined the worse! I was feeding Margaret at the time, so Chris ran out there. I followed close behind balancing the baby and her bottle.

Jack was okay, just scared from the blow! I had the wind knocked out of me once in the second grade when I fell off of the monkey bars. I understood the feeling.

Thatcher was STILL crying even when he saw with his own eyes that his brother was fine. He turned to us with his little red swollen face and said "I thought he was dead."

When Thatcher said this, Jack began to cry.

What a display of true brotherly love. Yes, they fight as much as they play together, but even with the pushing and shoving they don't love ANYONE more than each other!

That night they both requested a "sleepover." Which simply means that they get to sleep together in one of their rooms.

When Chris checked on them later that night they were snuggled up in Jack's bed next to each other...alive, asleep, and best friends.

PS...Hold Your Comments Tree and Plant People: this picture was taken in another tree. I fully realize that this is NOT a fir tree! Another just so ya know!! ;0)