About rugrats, minivans, The South, photography, farmer's markets, puberty, Army, snotty noses, blankies, movies, hugs, autism, make believe, homeschooling, sibling rivalry, car seats, weather, in-laws, scribbles, marriage, and somewhere in there, a stoned British reporter.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Passing the torch

Our oldest child has finally reached a milestone. The milestone where we allow him to play with fire, just like the hubby and I do on New Year's and the 4th of July. It's not only his age, but his personality that led us to this decision. Out of all the children, he is the most cautious, and in typical "first born" fashion, is the best at following set rules. It works out really well. Ryan gets to feel big and important, and the hubby and I get to sit back and watch instead of doing all the work.

The other kids were five kinds of jealous. Lindsay begged more than once to get to have a turn. A few minutes later, she was suggesting stacking fireworks on top of each other. That is when I turned to her and said ". .. and that's why you aren't ready to light fireworks yet."

Happy New Year!

No comments: