Tennis Anyone?

It's our fourth try this tennis season to play as we once did 'sans enfants'.

James gets it. He happily plays on the the play ground. Or practices tennis on the wall.

Parker doesn't get it. He is very disrupting. Walking on the court. Fake crying. Throwing the balls around.

I almost accidentally whacked him with my racquet. Part of me wished it would have bonked him on the head. Like not so hard that he'd be injured but hard enough that he'd scram away to the playground for good.

Today we got in 15 minutes of disruptive play time.

Our aim is to play a minimum of 30 minutes of tennis with our two boys happily playing at the playground. Right now it's a pipe dream.

This 2 year old has the art of wearing us down...

Run Forest Run!

My boys are growing. I'm 'in love' with motherhood these last few weeks.

Not so long ago James was so malnourished he had trouble walking. Parker was wearing a cast for his club foot.

Now they are running as fast as they can. Picking up sticks, rocks and getting really dirty.

Not so long ago James didn't pay any attention to Parker. Parker didn't pay any attention to James.

Now they make belief together, fight together and hug each other.

I am loving the moments.

Lash Out!

This AVON mascara doesn't glob. It's inexpensive and makes eyelashing easy! I had to call Debbie, my Avon girl, to tell her how much I loved it when I first tried it.

Oppose to when my boys where two years ago: P needing to be nursed and J needing lots of food, it was really hard to get some time to brush my teeth let alone have thoughts of putting on makeup. But now that the boys are functioning at a much higher level I get to beautify myself: brush the teeth, brush the hair and put a splash of mascara on! It's a great thing!

Purging

Tell me you can tell the difference...

Terrible Twos!

NEED I SAY MORE!!!

Good Night

It was time to go night-night
It was time to go bed
But Parker had other
Thoughts in his head

We had read many books
We had also said prayers
but Parker was restless
Like a big, growly bear!

I spoke to him softly
Saying all would be right
But all Parker would say
Is, "I don't want to go 'night."

I tried secretly leaving
Determined to go
But Parker kept saying
"Daddy don't go!"

His bed was too small
There was simply no space
I just could not stay there
In that cramped little place

I tried reading again
And rubbing his back
His eyes were now drifting
We were on the right track

We lay there some more
His breathing grew heavy
His eyes were now closed
I knew he was ready

I escaped from the bed
Like a thieve in the night
For fear of a motion
That would cause him to fright

But all was now quiet
In his small little bed
Parker slept soundly
With dreams in his head

Love,
Daddy