Sunday, April 11, 2010

::One of those mornings::

t has been one of those mornings.
Each of our children have challenged us uniquely and elicited serious rebukes before 8:00 a.m. We woke to the buzzing sound of a razor, shortly followed by the discovery of Gabriel's anti-hawk. You know, the reverse Mohawk look? We did not approve and spent a good part of the early hours of the Sabbath shaving the rest of an unhappy boy's hair off. Another child's theft was uncovered and dealt with at the same time as the second child's tattle-tailing. The youngest family members were crying and squirting juice all over the floor and their siblings. And then Gabriel topped it all off by gashing his lip open on the driveway.

Aidan and I wrote off our Sunday service and Gabriel was taken to the hospital for stitches. He was a trooper. Apparently he was so busy peppering the doctor with questions he forgot to cry. He got a popsicle in the end. What that a reward or a mouth-plug? Shrug.
The boys were rewarded on the way home with a stop at the firestation where a truck was being cleaned. Here's to hoping the day has taken a turn for the btter.