Parental Abuse Can Start Early!!

Last night, when I was shaving the thought occurred to me that I had multiple bruises and lacerations this week from 2 toddlers?? If you have boys you know that rarely a day goes by that you are not hit by a moving car/truck/jeep/power wheel, decapitated by a thrown ball, a mis-swung bat/golf club/ tennis racket, or walloped on some body part with a pipe, stick, some object that should be stationary or yes, the proverbial rock that just must be launched as hard as he can. Then there is the “wrestling” and chasing that happens most days. I have had boobies busted up, noses almost broken, my head stepped on, my gut punched out, and knee caps out of place just by “play fighting.” As if they don’t cause enough trouble WITH your help and assistance, then they have to start doing everything alone and “helping you” by doing things that really you’d rather do yourself. Cay has already tripped into and out of the dog lot trying to feed them himself. Someone always gets hurt around here everyday. It seems inevitable. This week a friend hit Cay with a bat, Jeb hit me with a rock, then Cay dropped a pipe on my foot, Jeb hit a door running wide open with Daddy chasing, Cay fell down some steps and busted his lip since now he can officially open any lever handle in the house, and Jonas generally stays sore from all the “free licks” and wrestling that goes on around here.

One pic is of me and my cuz Lane. She is one cool chick. I have been blessed to have her closer this summer/past year and not she is back in Alabama!

We have just started a HUGE landscaping project. Jeb has staked his claim to part of it. He has set up a chair in a great overlook spot and he calls it "his house." He has eaten a few meals out there and just likes to sit there and play eye spy and chat. It is amusing to me that he connected with this spot of dirt surrounded by rocks.