Early Saturday Mornings

As Tasha and I get older, our biological clocks have automatic snooze built in on the weekends. Unfortunately though, Jackson and London, the youngest, clocks have a spring forward affect that doesn't coincide without our snooze. Every Saturday, they are up early...before 6 AM. "Mommy I'm hungry!", "Can I play the X-Box?" or "Can you get up and play with me?" are normally the first words out presented by Jericho. However, today was quite different. London was already in the bed, and Jackson just wanted lay with us. We didn't have to get up, do anything to stop the noise; We were allowed to just lay there. This was how Paris and BJ were when they were little. They are 3 years apart and Jericho and London are 2. However, the closeness that the pairs share are uncanny. I believe that this is one of the raising 4 kids has been so enjoyable, the ability to split them in pairs. We are able to meet all their needs with this thought process. While Paris and BJ are involved in something, its not as if all 4 of the kids are busy and we are able to manage the chaos. We try to have everyone involved in something at the same time; that would be ludicrous. Two at a time however is very manageable. Also, it gives all the kids an opportunity to be supportive of one another because they do not have their own thing going on. Today however, nothing is going on so I will enjoy this moment with the little 2 as long as I can. Don't forget to enjoy your moments, as little as they come!

Sport No. 4

Okay here we go sport number 4 This time I'm actually a nervous dad. Paris is trying


out for softball for her first time. She's never put a hand in a glove before, she's never gripped a softball, she's never held a bet that was harder than her head; yes I'm nervous!
Paris is truly my artsy child she's very gifted in the classroom. Very gifted musically and artistically, she's the kind of girl that really wants to be athletic but God genuinely touched her in the fine arts way. However she wants to play. Therefore dad is going to sit here in the bleachers and watch her without saying a word looking anxiously as she crouches, waiting as the ball approaches her, then she quickly jumps out of the way realizing that softball is not played with a soft ball. This is going to be fun as we support her to the fullest. I'm sure she'll catch on quick. Actually, this may be fun playing catch with her and teaching her to hit and slide and get all dirty. Maybe this is the sport she needs. I spent my time trying to make her into the girly girl that she desperately rebells against, it's time to let her be her. I have always told my wife that we have to meet her where she is in order to reach her. Can't wait to see how this works out.
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Potty Trained in 48 hours...Part 1

Ok, Saturday my wife came home with great exuberance exclaiming that a lady of the birthday party claimed to have potty trained her triplets in 48 hours before the age of 2. Holding in my typical "yeah right!" comment, I notice the sparkly in Tasha's eyes...and then she said it. "Honey, I want to try it!" fast forward to Monday evening when I came home from work. I walked in the doors and immediately tried to run back out. the area rug in the family room had been pulled up and thrown into the dining room while revealing the hardwood floors that were decorated with puddles. I hear London running and screaming and then I see her high tailing it out of the room while "bucket naked" as my grand mother would say. Tasha thought it would be prudent to have London go without underwear to make going to the potty more accessible. The house is in chaos, Tasha looks like she's been through a tornado and I'm ready to turn around and go back to work for some sense of sanity. This is going to be interesting!However, I have all the confidence in the world that this is going to work. Let you know later on if we survive.