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Ready or Not

 Every day is an adventure at our house, but yesterday felt extra adventurey.  Sometimes I wonder if eighteen years is enough to teach our kids how to be contributing members of society.  We are more than a third of the way there with the older two, and I'm having my doubts. 

One of the boys jumped out of a tree yesterday with his pants around his knees.  Naturally, I was curious.

"Why are your pants down?"

"I was trying to pee from out of the tree, but it didn't work."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a great idea."

"Oh, we've done it before from our favorite climbing tree," piped up his brother.  "It was like a yellow waterfall."

I'm sure it was.  I went back in the house.  Nobody prepped me for that.

Just when I think they can't surprise me with anything they do, they prove me wrong.  All of them.  Our boys are going to need a lot of "molding" over the next decade.  If anyone wants to contribute to that challenge, we welcome you with open arms.  

The girls are also going to need some extra pouring in.  They have us constantly shaking our heads.  For example, I was changing Emerson's diaper when I heard a WHAM! in the hall.  I peeked my head out of the door to find Carter with a blanket draped over her head.  She had just found the end of the hallway...with her face, and then turned around and kept going.  Shortly thereafter, we discovered Emerson alternately brushing her teeth, hair, and the sink faucet with her electric toothbrush.  

 We are in constant damage control around here.  If they survive childhood, they will be robust adults.  If we survive their childhood, we will be old.  And probably very tired. 

Pray for us.    

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