He was top heavy.
So, he fell. A LOT.
I got in the habit of always saying "Slowly, G, slowly." And- I would say it s-l-o-w-l-y.
G. is also cautious. So, after his playset had been constructed and he was getting ready to go down the fireman's pole the first time he cracked me up.
He cautiously reached out for the firepole and then said to himself "Go s-l-o-w-l-y G, very, very slowly." And he did. His little hands and thighs screeched all the way down that pole.
Anyway, we've hit life at the speed of light here- everyone is busy and NOTHING is going slowly. They are growing up faster than I can scrapbook.
So, naturally, I had an epic panick attack. And then I drove by the road that used to take us home. Before Coach and I married, the kids and I lived in a small house on a farm owned by some dear friends.
900 square feet. Tiny bedrooms, no dishwasher, ONE BATHROOM. And...
It was glorious. Don't believe me? Check it out.
This was where I read every day.
My front yard
Athletic fields to play games
Toys for the kids
Companionship... (Holly and her best bud Russell)
Plenty of wildlife
Lots of friends to play games with
And best of all we lived s-l-o-w-l-y.