The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week
Sweet Boy#3–Jumps into the tub fully clothed. When I try to drag him out he leaps back in 3 times using the increased weight from his sopping clothing to escape my attempts to corral him.
The boys love the song Me Without You by Toby Mac. Why…because of the monkey sounds he makes during the chorus. “ooh ooh ooh, oooh ooh ooh ooh, that’s me without you. Ooh ooh…”
I volunteer for field day at school and it is so hot and sunny that Sweet Boy#3 has to hide under a folding chair to find some shade. The heat begins to get to him and I’m afraid that he spends a fair amount of time in time out because of throwing empty water bottles at the children coming to our station and punching one unsuspecting little boy who lined up to hike the ball. But when I apologized, the plucky third grader just laughed and informed me that he was used to being punched as he had two sisters.
It is about 6:45 am and I am running around the house trying to get the boys ready for the school bus. I can’t find Sweet Boy#2’s only pair of shoes. He informs me that he left them down in the meadow. I get them brushing their teeth and run over to camp and then down the path to the meadow. As I tiptoe through the dew-drenched grass I hear a low moan. I walk closer to the shoes and a strange growling seems to emanate from the black forest. Could it be zombies…or a bear? I mean we do have bear but I have encountered then many times and they have never ever growled at me. Smashed through the woods, run across the road, but never growled. Nonetheless, Sweet Boy#2 needs his shoes and I force myself on. Closer and closer and closer until the growling is a muted roar…that sounds an awful lot like the grinding gears of a log truck. Oh yeah, Long View Fiber just started logging across the meadow. Phew, not zombie bears after all. However, Sweet Boy#2 was less than thrilled about putting on his wet shoes when I finally did get them up to the house. Ah well, such is life.
