Nap time has become non-existent, but I’m not ready to throw in the towel yet so we have “rest time”. I figure calling it “rest time” gives me another two years or so of mid-afternoon alone time.

The things that happen during rest time could possibly supply the content for a short lived, yet very funny sitcom. Usually there’s lots of belly laughing, bossing each other around and flipping off beds and other general non-restful things. Sometimes the belly laughing is followed by silence and then tears. Judah has hit Jacob, someone threw a book at the imaginary spider and thwacked their brother in the eye or Jacob bit Judah…You get the point.

So Jacob actually did bite Judah on the arm. I nipped Judah’s tantrum in the bud with immediate cuddling and freaking out. And I know you might be thinking I’m joking, but the bigger the cuddles and the louder the freaking out, the more loved Judah feels and hurt cries do not turn into 45 minute tantrums. Jacob tells me what happened, I see the purple ring around Judah’s arm and switch modes. Judah has calmed, so I give Jacob the benefit of the doubt and explain: Biting is bad. It hurts. We never hurt our brother. And so on…

Jacob is remorseful. He pats my back as I hug him, shakes his head as if he understands and cuts me off mid-sentence, “We never bite peoples in da boobs”. (Boobs being his most recently learned body part and most hilarious word to say)

Correct, we never bite peoples in the boobs…wait what?

 Obviously I died laughing.

If he can just keep that rule in his head till he’s married…

The moral of the story: there’s a lesson to be learned, although sometimes it’s not the one you’re trying to teach. Motherhood for the win!