A little water never stopped my kids. I really need to watch my mouth, however, especially when I'm tired and grumpy. The boys woke me up around 3 a.m. on Christmas Eve, and T didn't want to get out of the car on this park run because there was a guy in a particular area of the park with a metal detector. "Look," I blurted out, "just because there's some idiot looking for buried treasure under the swingset doesn't mean you don't get out of the car." I don't know whether the guy heard me, but I really need to be a little nicer sometimes.
A was incredibly happy all weekend long. T was paying attention to him, which is something A has wanted his entire life. T was extremely grumpy during our Christmas Eve car ride to the city, but otherwise he did just fine. He also desparately wanted a solo outing with me, something that would have hurt A emotionally more than it would have helped T, so it didn't happen. He'll get plenty of one-on-one time on his next trip home. 
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Christmas 2006
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"He also desparately wanted a solo outing with me, something that would have hurt A emotionally more than it would have helped T, so it didn't happen."
ah yes, the parental emotional juggling act, sounds familiar
regarding the "buried treasure" seeker, did he look like he had Joe Smiths genes?
The guy with the metal detector looked more like D.B. Cooper, from what little I can remember of him. Hey, maybe I should start digging.
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