However, I did want to give you a little glimpse into our bedtime routine. It's magical. And by magical I mean the most torturous 30 minutes of the day. Granted, every now and then we have a great night, but they mostly go as follows...
Jack takes a happy fast bath but for the other two, bathtime is a wrestling match of screaming and splashing.
Naked buns in fishy towels run to Paige's room for jammies, scriptures and prayers. Calvin then starts his "I hate the world" bit. It usually consists of tongue spitting, article throwing, and on this special night it even graced us with a big ol' whomp in the face for Paige.
Tears are shed, and screams of agony/heart-ache are heard. We each take man-on-man defense to try to diffuse the situation (and sometimes snag a picture while stifling a laugh)...
Calvin is told repeatedly to apologize. He doesn't. This is the face that he likes to put on.
big bully.
So we muscle through scriptures and prayers - practice makes perfect, right???
And in the midst of everything, Jack likes to play cowboy/mountain goat atop the dollhouse.
Humor really is the best medicine - oh child of great wisdom.
Every night is a definite reminder that parenthood is the ultimate rollarcoaster.
Touche children... touche.
1 comment:
First off...just wanted you to know we may be the biggest fan of your frequent blogging. Loving seeing all of those cute kids!
Second...throw a 5 month old screaming baby into the mix and you just described our nightly routine as well. I have to literally prep myself mentally up to two hours before knowing that it is just going to be AWFUL. And sometimes, when the battle is over---I'm so exhausted from all of the work it took that instead of doing all that I wanted to do throughout the day while the kids are sleeping...I join them instead. Oh Motherhood....
*Way to go on the Primary Program. Isn't that a HUGE relief to get over with?!
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