When we ride in the car, as soon as we start moving Shelly starts her song. Its not moaning, or crying, or babbling. She just says a long, contented "aaaahhhhhhoooooooaaaahhhh..." On and on, like she's listening to the sound of her voice as she bumps along in the car, hearing it over the engine and other sounds. She does it every time, until she falls asleep.
When she's done eating, full and content, she sticks out just the very tip of her tongue. Not just for a minute, either, she keeps it stuck out as long as she's feeling happy from eating.
A few days ago, when I came home from work, Grandma Sue was making a trip out to her car to pack things up before taking the kids home. She left the door between the garage and the laundry room open, and I was reminded of the three door system we had instituted to keep the dog in the house. Now that the dog moved out, we haven't been as vigilent about the system, but we'll have to go back to that routine soon, because Brock started crawling through the laundry room as quick as he could to get to the open door. So I picked him up, turned around and set him down in the hallway, just in time to catch Shelly before she tumbled out the open door. And then I caught Brock on the edge again, and then Shelly, around and around... Those two can really move!
Yesterday Heidi and Sue and I started telling stories about broken bones, inspired by Annika's fall off the mokey bars at school the day before. It makes me cringe to think what might be ahead in my parenting adventure, but I guess all you can do is tr to keep them safe, keep telling them to quick throwing rocks at each other, and hope for the best!
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As I recall, we only had one broken bone between 3 kids during the growing up time and technically, that one was before James's formal adoption went through, so I think our record as parents was zero broken bones. But there was still plenty of other broken parts. Any guess how many stitches there were between the three of your?
Well, I definitely think the broken wrist counts. And what about last summer (or was it the summer before?) when James broke BOTH his wrists? Doesn't that count? Or does the counter stop running when the kids turn 18?
As far as stitches go, I didn't have any...
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