is trying our patience. Don’t get me wrong. He looks great. Fabulous. A true miracle. But . . . if that boy lives to see his next birthday I’ll be shocked.
Reasons . . .
1. My neighbor stopped by yesterday to find Ben in the backyard barefoot and without a jacket and it was only 50 degrees and he just had open heart surgery less than a week ago. What kind of a mother does she think that I am? Of course, I was upstairs and didn’t know that he was outside.
2. Ben and Ainsley were taking turns jumping off the stairs to the ground. And I am not talking about the first step.
3. Ben was walking around carrying a 10 lb dumbbell that he dug out of the under the stairs closet. (He is not suppose to carry anything at all.)
4. Ben pulled the dinner room chair over to the kitchen cabinet in order to climb up to get something out.
5. Ben was running and then sliding on his knees.
See what I mean. I just got the boy fixed. He is desperately trying to get himself sent back to the hospital. I swear that I am this close to tying him down to a chair. What am I going to do with that boy?
Pray. Smile. Pray some more. Scold him. Pray. And then try not to let him see me laugh.
The Puddles 
As the mother of six boys this is so typical. I have not had the experience of recovering from open heart surgery in any of them so cannot imagine how you are keeping your sanity! I am praying especially hard for this phase.
Well, I guess I won’t be submitting your name for Mother of the Year award….
Hang in there – kids will be kids!
Two words. Duct. Tape.