Brant and are, as usual, going against the norm. We officially entered our phase of role-reversal. He stays at home, while I go to work. So far so good. Of course, we're still in the honeymoon stage. For me, compared to four months of no family it seems awesome just to have a family to come home to at night.
Brant was busy explaining to me everything he got done today. He said, "It looks like I haven't done anything, but I really have. I've unpacked so many boxes and done laundry." I had to laugh. I told him I know exactly how he feels--trust me.
I would say the kids are adjusting well--but they really don't seem to need any adjustment. They happy as can be in their new rooms. They sleep well--mostly because they have a private room and are uninterrupted. Porter loves the top bunk--although Lane has figured out how to climb up to the top already. That kid! He's a daredevil.
Madison got hit in the face with a baseball. Porter said she wasn't paying attention when he threw it. That's why he got hit. Dona, Vicki, Mom--I don't even want to hear it--I know you know and are laughing about the time that happened to me. Dona threw a baseball and I wasn't paying attention. I got a bloody nose. Luckily, Madison just got a couple of fat lips--yes they're both as swollen as a bee sting.
That's all folks!
1 comment:
I think it does a husband good to play mom once in a while.
Poor Madison! Porter must not know the the rules. Rule #1: Always listen to the coach. Rule #2: Never throw the ball at someone who isn't looking. Maybe if you say the rules over and over, your kids will remember them when they are 34 years old. Hey, it worked for me.
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