Fourth Child

A while back, I think I mentioned that I should start a series of posts all related to things that are done to or said about Eliot that would never be true if he was the first child or only child. One of those occurred recently.

 I heard Theo say, 'Baby (how Eliot is affectionately referred to at times) do you want to fight?' I turned around and saw Eliot lying there with a pretend sword tucked in his arms. At least the older kids were nice enough to give him some defense weapons!

Uncle Brian Visits

This was the first time in a long time that we have gotten to see Uncle Brian twice in one year. The kids had lots of fun goofing off with him - we hope he did too!

The difference between men and women

The other day I took to decorating our new bathroom a little. During the kids' rest time I put up a new shower curtain, hung a picture, put a new bathmat out, and a new matching hand towel. Nothing major but it definitely looked decorated. Later that day Jack commented that he liked what I had done to the bathroom. I said thanks and then asked him how he knew I had done it. He then said, 'Well I don't for sure, but decorating the bathroom doesn't really seem like something Dad would have done.'

On a related note, tonight right after dinner Addie started 'helping' me by clearing off the table, putting away trivets, etc. All the children had already done the necessary clearing of their own dishes required before being excused. . The boys had retreated to their room to play with soldiers. Addie was free to go too, but her idea of 'playing' was to imitate Mom.

Some things you just don't have to teach....

Out of the mouth of...

Today as we were getting ready for church Theo said, 'Mom let's take these toys for the children.' I then asked who the children were, given that he is only four himself. He very confidently said, 'Addie and Eliot'. Age is relative, I guess.

Moments of Truth

One of the big questions in  parenting is how honest to be and when. Unfortunately, what happened on the way to JC wasn't one of these times. I knew I had to tell the truth. Here is the question from my recently turned seven-year-old:

Jack: Mom, when the speed limit sign says 70, does it mean in the 70s or 70?

Long silence from Mom.

Busted. Busted by my child.