Here’s to to us, the one’s enjoying our coffee on the bench

(I put beach in quotes because Maine beaches are mud, rocks and gravel and thus not what most people think of when they picture beach. )

If I had fallen off I would have had to either climb the stairs with whatever I had broken and go the long way home, or scrambled up the mini-cliff short cut I usually used to get down to the beach. If the tide was low I could have gone the route of the slippery rocks. It kind of terrifies me in retrospect. I was, of course, always fine. I did have a friend break his wrist but that was because he tripped over his own two feet while walking on the ground.

I am going to make a real effort to remember that as the kids get older. You get bumped and bruised as a kid.

Kelly Jo - Your chicken coop line made be laugh at the keyboard. And your grandmother’s view is one I will recall when I am feeling especially guilty for insisting on having time for myself each day. Or every other day, at least.

I tried for a week to get Gabey to not get off of the couch face first. Finally, I realized it’s only about 18 inches onto carpet. So what? He went face first, bumped himself a bit, did it again, got upset and then decided feet first is so much better. Thankfully, he’s applied this to the stairs as well, where I am not as willing to let him experiment.

I totally get you on the “Since I can’t actually follow both of them around I’ve been forced to accept watching.” bit. It’s true. I try to mediate between being wild and imminent calamity, but within reason I just let them go.