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Born to Be Wild

 How many times a month is it appropriate for one family to visit the ER?  Asking for a friend...and it's me.  

We haven't been there since the whole broken arm scenario, but it's like the kids are vying for who can be the first to go back.  The bike wrecks have been epic, especially now that they have set up jumps.  Then there was the whole, let's ride our scooters down the steep rocky driveway idea.  Take note - scooters aren't made to ride on rocks.  Fischer lost a lot of skin on that one.  We won't even discuss the off-road motorcycle track that they are now practicing their skills on. Then, the cousins came to visit and showed the boys what tree climbing can actually look like.  Today I found Fischer in the canopy of a madrone tree.  Thanks Marquez clan for that.  My hair is actually turning gray.  

The girls are no better.  They are just smaller versions of destruction.  Yesterday, they discovered a weakness in their baby jail.  If they pop the corner just right, they can escape.  It's not like they just wait around for me to find them either.  Emerson is panic crawling to escape me while Carter is putting all of everything in her mouth.  Even when they can't get out of baby jail, they can push the whole thing around the living room and pull in everything that they can reach.  It's not stressful around here at all. 

Yesterday Sawyer told me he was just, "born to be wild."  I couldn't argue.  And actually, I don't hate it.  These boys were on their bikes this morning by 7:45am.  The temperature was below freezing. By bedtime this evening, they were scraped up, bruised, and filthy from head to toe.  They couldn't have been happier. I am not super thrilled to be homeschooling, but I'm so happy to have both of these boys at home this year.  They are living their childhood to the fullest, and my heart feels so full watching them.  They fight.  They argue.  They have meltdowns.  But boy, do they ever play.    


      

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