Guest Blog by Anne
In the “not-a-great-quality-photo-but-I-love-the-moment” category, here are our boys having a rare but necessary quiet moment. Alexander, who broke his arm two weeks ago, is trying to keep Teddy, who had a concussion on Friday, quietly entertained with a story. It was the first time I heard him reading to Teddy and his voice was so sweet. (Not to mention, I love their body language.)
So I’ve had my fill of hospitals and doctor’s appointments lately—not to mention my share of maternal guilt for not being able to curb my climbers. (In all fairness, Alexander actually just had an unlucky fall from an innocent swing off the monkey bars but Teddy, it turned out, had been climbing on the stair banister with his arm in a pretend sling to be like his brother!)
It was hard to stop the roughhousing just for Alexander’s arm but now that we have to keep Teddy resting with limited activity too, at least they have solidarity. (Plus Teddy’s refusal to change out of his “hopsital” jammies helps to remind them both he’s injured). I’m hoping we can manage to pull off a no running, no jumping, no climbing, no roughhousing and—dare I hope?—no fighting household for a while. But I’m sure it won’t be long before boys will be boys again.
In the meantime we’ll have this photo so I can remember that they are, in fact, capable of being quiet, still and sweet together—while awake!—when the situation really calls for it.