Raising toddlers can certainly make you believe in original sin.
There’s no way they could have learned all that bad behavior from me!
Let me rephrase that last statement: There’s no way they could have learned all that bad behavior from me in the short span of their lives thus far!
They fight with each other so much I feel like a referee. No, I feel more like judge, jury, and prosecuting attorney, trying to figure out who did what to whom and why and then mete out justice.
Sometimes I don’t see what happens, so I have to look for evidence. Most often that evidence is in the form of teethmarks, red handprints, or scratches.
Kaleb is bigger and can handle himself fine in hand-to-hand combat. In fact, with his superior strength he can easily subdue Kenzie. So Kenzie has to resort to guerrilla tactics. She swoops in from out of nowhere and inflicts a bite, pinch, push, or kick so quickly that Kaleb can only respond with wails and tears.
But toddlers don’t carry a grudge. And so one minute they’re fighting and the next minute they’re loving on each other.
Sometimes I wish grown-ups could be more like toddlers!
My mother always said I take things too seriously. So did my wife.
For this first post I thought I would start describing some of the rules I have established for this new adventure and let you know how they are working out.