My boys like to fight. They like it a lot. I think it brings them a lot of joy because they do it so often. They can't stand to be apart and when they get together, they like to make each other miserable.
By the last few days of Christmas break, I had enough of listening to them. They would go into the den to play the Wii U or their Nintendo DS's and trash talk and trash talk...which lead to manhandling each other. Tonight their father wasn't home....so I had a smaller audience when I finally reached by breaking point. That also means I had no one to intervene and calm me down. I am pretty sure my kids were waiting for horns to grow out of my head. I put them in their rooms...screamed at them...and I might've mentioned something about selling the Wii U on eBay....
Anyways....Wiggy had fallen asleep on the couch, minutes after I put the boys in their room....which meant I had quiet time..... to myself. I didn't want Wiggy to nap at 5pm, but if it meant I could have a few moments of serenity, I was game.
After about an hour, I went to get the boys in their room. A little calmer....and loving.
I brought them out of their rooms and gave them their assignment. They each had to write a letter to each other and I outlined the criteria. They also had to list five things they would do for each other.
The last item of business was they both had to hug each other and sing the good ol "I love my brother" songs for 2 minutes. Bubba who sings NOTHING, was more than happy to do this if it meant I wouldn't sell the Wii U...and he would live another day.
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That Stop Wasn't On My Itinerary....
So the Hogue's made it to Florida for our first official family vacation. It was Sawyer's first plane ride....and Simon's first plane ride that he can remember. We were excited....the boys were stoked. We had everything we needed! But it seems that Sawyer packed something with him that wasn't on our checklist: a big case of pneumonia. Yes, the little fella made it almost one whole day in Florida before he started heading downhill fast. Our 2nd day in Orlando we were in the Urgent Care south of Cocoa Beach. (By the way, to see a doctor more quickly, it helps if you vomit all over the waiting room in front of the receptionist. Little tip for ya) After chest x-rays they advised us to head to the ER in Melbourne, where they eventually admitted him to the hospital. So, we had 3 night deluxe accommadations at the Holmes Regional Medical Center. The little whipper snapper was a trooper though! The nurses loved him, thankfully, and made us all feel right at home. We were going to send postcards out with pictures of the hospital since we spent 40% of our trip there...but they didn't have any. Imagine that!Hmmm.....maybe its something they should consider.
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