Boys and Girls

Maybe I really don't have anything else to talk about. Maybe my whole life is just my children. Maybe I've been sucked into the Great Abyss that is the life of parenting and that's it...my life is over...I'll never be interesting, well informed or privy to the academic world again.

Oh well....My boys are roughhousing on the (little) livingroom floor, whilst I yell - "Algebra! Time to do algebra! Really, guys!" The girls are running around trying to control everything - the boys, the math, and the livingroom. I don't think the boys have noticed yet.

I'm starting to think that this is the way our sin-nature has left us. Boys are bigger than life and ready to fill all of it with themselves, their voices or their 'things.'

Girls are trying to bring life down to their size, their world, their comprehension. They love to have it lined up, figured out, visible and within their grasp.

Around lunchtime each day, my children start to short out. The boys' eyes are glazed over. The girls drift into more interesting conversations. The comments of the three-year-old become way too funny. ("Dit is a wubber band, not an 'lastic band." - Three-year-olds know everything, you know.)

Time to shift gears. The boys really need to get outside for a run!