I'm a full-time wife and mom of two adorable boys. When I'm not busy trying to keep up with them I enjoy photography, traveling, planning parties and a little bit of reading.

In February of 2008 I was diagnosed with an incurable terminal lung illness, though God promised me a full and complete healing. While we wait for His timing, we're taking it one day at a time, and standing in awe of how God's using all of this for His glory. The tough road we've traveled has given us a new perspective on the fragility of life. Memories are more important to us than ever before. The goal of this blog is to share some of our family life - the ups and downs, the joys and probably some of the pains as well. It's mostly meant as a personal journal of sorts, but you're welcome to share in it. We'd like to take this opportunity to say ...


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Playing Chicken

On the right we have a "Tahoe Man" who, though he's not quite three years old, has been heard this very week describe himself as "stronger than the mountains." He weighs in at roughly 30 pounds and is enviously tall for his age. He may be the new kid on the block, but don't let those training wheels fool you. He's a wirey one, and not likely to back down easily.....
And on the left we have the defending champ, who will do whatever it takes to protect his claimed "turf." Almost two full years older, he's certainly got experience on his side. He's no rookie, and most of his struggles have been with older kids to boot. He's pulling all his resources on this one, including "Spidey Power".
After tearing down the sidewalk, they both come to a screeching halt. Neither one wanting to back down, and both knowing the impending time-out in store if he is the one to crash into the other first. But more than just their pride is on the line - they're in this for "pinks." What to do? What to do???
The only thing to do is call it a draw... switch wheels and ride off into the sunset basking in the glory of "winning his cousin's sweet ride." After all, his friends will see the new bike and assume he won. When you're four, sometimes a pseudo-win (and not getting a time-out) is simply good enough!

1 comment:

Aaron said...

This has to be one of the best posts I have read in a long time. I first smiled and by the end was roaring with laughter. thanks darling.