Monday, December 15, 2008


The brother's are quarreling, as they are oft to do these days. I hear a loud thwack, silence, and then bawling from my youngest. My eldest automatically runs to the time out spot without even being told - he knows he's in trouble. I rush to Holden's side to check on him. He's tough but he's 2.5 years younger than his much stronger brother. And have I mentioned our wee one is barely on the weight charts? A minor blow could really do some damage.

I assess the situation, and very little damage has been done. Just a lot of crying and and carrying on. But I soothe heavily so that the attention is on him and not on Jackson...

me: "Oh baby are you OK? Where did Jackson hit you?"

Holden: (through tears) "The bathroom!!!!!"

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