I love watching my kids interact with one another because, at times, they can be so close, while at other times, they can't get far enough away from one another.
It reminds me of my own siblings . . .
Can I have a big shout out to the Skov sibs? I love you guys!
Anyhoo, when we are on vacation, our kids get along amazingly well. Mr. Level-Headed and I always comment on how well we all travel together. But really, why would they fight? Everyone is getting what they want, and there are no restrictions placed upon them. You want to drink pop and eat pizza all week? Go for it! You want to stay up late watching movies in your bed? Go for it! Vacation is a blast!!
But, then you come home, and oh, reality can be so very harsh. All of a sudden you are expected to go to bed on time, wake up early, do school work, do your chores, and eat colourful foods . . .
and I am not talking about this stuff . . .
which was sadly disappointing when we finally got into it. :(
No, I am talking about broccoli, carrots, peppers, mushrooms . . . mmm . . . real food! So, it should be no surprise to me that the kids were a little surly this week. What a shock to their little systems! Especially the boys, and one boy in particular, who seems to need a vacation from his vacation. Elliot has not slept all week. He is up till 1:30 - 2:30 am and then wakes every hour or two afterwards. Help me!!
Anyhoo, I digress. So, where was I? Right, surly kids. So, the boys can not even be in the same room with one another without hitting, calling names, and, generally, just making life miserable for one another. All I hear all day long is I hate you! You are such a moron! What an idiot! Last night, Avery claimed he could not possibly sit down to eat supper because having Elliot sit across from him was making his stomach sick.
But, before I lost my cool or began weeping because my children are heading down the path of Cain and Abel, or Nephi and Laman and Lemuel (Book of Mormon characters and a very interesting portrayal of sibling rivalry . . . you should read it some time!), I remembered times with my own sisters and brother. We were the best of friends and the worst of enemies. This is what siblings do. Siblings are"safe" people. The people you can lash insults at or pummel with your fists when you are feeling at your wit's end, and then in the next breath, they are the ones you are hugging, laughing with and sharing some of the best times of your life with.
Awww . . .
And this is true for my own kids! Even though I spent the entire week asking the boys to stop harassing one another or beating one another up, there were many moments like these, where they just couldn't get enough of each other:
No worries . . . right?
You may be wondering where Zoe was in all this fighting and loving. Well, Zoe was busy with her own life, and we didn't see much of her. She came home and jumped right back into the world of studying for tests, volleyball games, soccer try-outs, and getting ready for her first church dance, which she is over-the-moon excited for because kids from all over Nova Scotia, PEI, Maine, and New Brunswick will be there. They are going to have a blast!!
Here is the dress we bought for her, while we were down in Florida:
Gorgeous . . . right?
So, of course, we then had to go shoe shopping:
And since these shoes were on "Buy One Get One Half Off", and the mama liked the yellow ones and Zoe liked the red ones, we figured we might as well buy them both and share them! I LOVE having a teenage daughter!!!
Ooh! I really hope I did not ruin her grand entrance tonight? Surely, your First Dance dress is not like your wedding dress? I may be in trouble, folks . . . again.
Since Zoe was busy all week, she really didn't get into the fighting matches too much, but she was at the brunt of some light-hearted brotherly teasing! With the dance coming up, the boys are quite concerned that Zoe will find her one true love . . . tee hee! Elliot has informed her all week that any boy that wants to marry her has to first go through daddy, then him, then Avery, and then her grandfathers. And according to Elliot, it won't be pretty (as he punches his fist into his palm) . . . tee hee! Poor Zoe! This sends her into a fit of rage.
I am NOT going to meet the man I will marry at the dance. I am only fourteen.
But, mommy met daddy at fifteen.
Stop right there! Man, that comparison hit me like a ton of bricks.
Zoe is not going to meet the man she will marry at the dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am such a hypocrite . . . tee hee!
Anyhoo, that's how our week went down. There was tears, there was fights, there was teasing, but there was also a whole lot of love.
I am so happy to be home!
And our furry family member was glad to have us home too!
I guess he prefers the People Park to the Puppy Park. It must have been the company and all the fun toys.
Have a great weekend!!