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We play a lot in this family. My teenagers aren’t so much into rough housing anymore, but back in the day, we spent hours having wrestling matches on the king-sized bed. The challenge was to throw the other person off the bed and onto the pillow-strewn floor and it was always great fun.
Punky and Bruiser are still a little young for the wrestling, but that doesn’t mean we can’t mix it up, small child style. Most nights include a few rounds of the tickle game and whatever else we can come up with. Here are some highlights from last night…
Kisses are a necessity when rough housing with Punky. They serve to remind her that it’s still all good.
Bruiser is obsessed with the camera. Obviously.
If Mommy says no, Punky has figured out an ingenious way to make her say yes!
Classic Bruiser. Always, always laughing. When he isn’t screaming with indignation, I mean.
The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.”
-Anna Quindlen
This post originally appeared on Parents.com.
