managed to convince two out of my three children to dance with me today. True,
a lot of the dance was spent trying to convince them to not pause yet.
no, no…don’t turn the music off! Wait until the end of the song!”
as I type these words, I had to go break up a Lego fight because, you know, we
have thousands of Legos and everyone wants the same pieces at the same time.
averted by breaking the tower in two and sharing it out.
I have Kidz Bop in the background and hey…they’re actually having fun together
at the moment. Knock on wood.
spoke too soon. No, wait. They handled that one on their own.
few more minutes bought for me.
I just remembered a moment of real humanity on Saturday: the boys had their
first ever soccer practice. Tommy went first with twenty other three-year-olds;
he lasted five minutes. Cole went the following hour and played the whole time.
At the end when we greeted him on the sidelines, Tommy walked up to Cole, put
his arm around his shoulder, patted and said, “I’m really proud of you.”
and I looked at each other like, what
about it now, we must say things like that to Tommy for him to know the right
context to do it in.