Abram made it through his entire first year of life with no need for antibiotics. He wins!
This weekend he finally required a prescription for The Blessed Pink Goo to treat ear infection, pussy throat, days of fever. He's a tough little booger.
Willa Mae and Emmett are at prime ages for FIGHTING EACH OTHER UNTO DEATH. Ugh. It feels like all we do is play referee for those two. I *know* it will shift, eventually. It's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel some days.
So last week out of the clear blue Emmett started being nice to her? And on Friday night (our off-season family night at the YMCA pool), they played together the whole time. Willa is SO impressed; she keeps running up to me exclaiming, "Mom, Emmett's bein' nice to me AGIN!"
Our house is rapidly becoming a neighborhood gathering place (slash CIRCUS). Saturday afternoon was beautiful. All the neighborhood kids were outside. And we ended up with TEN CHILDREN (6 additional 5-7 year-old boys plus our own brood) at our house, running in the front door and out the back and around the yard in wild circles, tossing balls and tackling each other like a pack of puppies. They were here for about two hours, ate a whole bag of chex mix, 6 apples, 7 bananas, a bag of baby carrots and one cheese pizza. We're going to need to install a revolving door. And maybe a concession stand.
Melospiza said to me once that having more than 3 children automatically makes your home into a gathering place because it already feels like a party/ playdate/ feeding frenzy, so more kids will naturally jump in. She is right.
At one point during this epic playdate, I thought I might have a chance to call my Mom. She'd left a message and I hadn't called her back for days. There were 7 boys hanging out on the back deck heckling a slightly older neighbor boy a few houses down.
Right when my Mom answered the phone, "Hello?" I saw all seven boys give the other kid the middle finger, all laughing like maniacs. So I shouted into the phone, "DO NOT flip your middle finger at that boy again!" My poor Mom was all, "But I didn't."
Don't you want to send your kids over to play at our house? I promise to only slightly ruin them.
Mom to Calum (born Dec. 2005), Emmett (July 2007), Willa Mae (Nov. 2009), and Abram (Oct. 2011), wife to Brett, and employed full-time at The Workplace. I really have no clue what I'm doing, and I become more clueless as my children get older. You can email me at dougheem at hotmail dot com.