Having our boys three years apart (almost to the day) has been beneficial in so many ways. They have a close relationship as brothers, they can build forts, play with dinosaurs, conduct science experiments, and so much more for hours on end. They wake up early just to read books side by side or get a head start on their newest lego creation. Just yesterday, while we were sleeping in, we overheard Big B asking little b what kind of eggs he wanted as they walked to the kitchen and Big B proudly announced he could cook an over easy egg. I heard the pan on the burner and decided it was definitely time to get out of bed.
Some days, they pass the time without any intervention at all, begging to stay up late and continue playing. Other days, I feel like a referee. For a WWE fight. The other benefit to the boys being three years apart- they’re almost in the same weight class. Factor in little b’s scrappiness and they’re a pretty even match.
This weekend, as I walked into the playroom to break up their third argument of the day, I noticed our framed poster depicting Mindful Habits was in pieces. I picked it up, asking what happened. Of course, both chimed in at the same time, blaming the other one for the broken frame. Before I could figure out the answer, the glass from the frame slid out of my hand and shattered all over the floor. I sighed and got them both out safely so I could clean up. Then, I laughed at the irony of our mindfulness poster getting shattered all over the place. I went to throw it out but Drew told me to keep the frame’s contents and hang it back up.
He said they could use the reminder.
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