We made it through the weekend.
We've got a lot of affection going on in our little boy world these days. And the more mobile Silas is, the more violent it seems to become. Pushing, flipping, throwing. You name it, we've got it. It's not just Jude, either. Silas is no sissy. He can hold his own. It's all under the banner of "wrestling," right? (I'll let you guess which parent started that in our house:)
Of course, at times, discipline is in order. Kicking, hair pulling, scratching. As of this weekend, we instituted a time out spot for when things get out of control. But for the most part, both of them are laughing hysterically...while visions of the emergency room flash in my head.
What's a mom to do?
I'm not sure I have the stamina for 18-20 more years of this kind of violent affection. The world of little men is a mystery to me. I don't remember shoving my sister to say 'i love you.' Any of you boy moms want to pipe up with advice?