Every morning when Aubrey is sleeping and Brooklyn and Jack are at school, I get a little time with just Bradley - which of course, we both love.
The only problem is that Bradley is a little rough.
Actually, scratch that. He's alot rough.
After several injuries, (including a small black eye) I have decided that in order to be prepared for playtime with Bradley, I am going to start dressing like this.
You think I'm kidding?
Turn the baseball in that picture into a
35 pound man-child barrelling into me at top speed.
It can be frightening.
And painful.
I really, really love playing with him.
I'm a rough-play kind of Mama, but that boy is getting so strong!
At this rate, I won't survive to see him on his first day of Kindergarten.
3 comments:
Tough love, right? I feel you. :-)
Ha ha ha, Briggs is the same way, maybe it's a middle child thing
I've gotta meet this kid.
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