My children cut a tree in half with a butter knife and a kids knife, respectively.
To be fair, it was actually rather stump-ish,
and probably rotten?
But still…CUTTING IT IN HALF?!
I wish I had a “before” picture of the victimized stump-tree, but seeing as how I never dreamed that it would be cut in half, you will all have to use your imagination.
Also, this is a rental house? So we are hoping that the owners weren’t too attached to the stump-tree? In any case, we are signing a 1.5 year lease extension, which means that by the time they finally come by and notice, my mom-brain and I will honestly be able to say “What stump-tree??”
It was perhaps a bit of a parental-fail on our part to allow our boys to be in the backyard with knives for so long without exactly knowing what they were doing,
but they were so quiet!
And, to be fair, I was putting away decorations and checked on them often. I just thought that they were PRETENDING to cut the tree.
And Brian was busy chopping up a different tree. Our Christmas tree, actually. For firewood.
(We are in Oregon now so that kind of thing is accepted…I think.)
Also, on the first day of the New Year I made some resolutions.
Ready for them?
1) Give less of myself to my children.
Thaaaat’s right folks! I said LESS! My kids are fine, and giving less is still giving a whole lot. I would like to save some “me” for…well…me! and Brian. And this blog.
2) Get fit.
Kind of a cliché, yes? But I’m serious! I am about 12 days into my diet plan and it is going great! Pretty slow, actually, which makes me want to cry in the arms of Ben and Jerry, but I’m trying to stay positive! So lets say great!
I feel like there were more resolutions… Brian? Do you remember?… Oh well, its 12 days into the new year so I’m sure I tried my best.
Lastly, on January 1st,
We discovered that our bike trailer can convert into a jogging stroller!
So I took the big boys for a wog (walk/jog), complete with sippy cups of hot chocolate.
What’s that? You noticed Joseph’s bandaid?
Did I forget to mention that he cut himself on the forehead with a butter knife too?
(In case you are wondering, our burning Christmas tree actually smells kind of bad. Perhaps like Santa’s tears?)