Liam (4) cried hysterically over bumping his arm on a chair the other day. I encouraged him to be tough. Jack (2 1/2) added, "Gotta be tough, Liam." This from the child who flipped out over a ladybug landing on his leg earlier the same day!
Tiny Talk Tuesday
Liam (4) to his brothers (both ages 2 1/2) during a recent play session gone awry:
Obey me!
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Happy Campers
As mentioned last week, we went camping this past weekend. This expedition took us to Chickasaw National Recreation Area in Oklahoma, and oh my goodness, did we have fun!
We spent hours playing in the springs and waterfalls:
The water is cold, around 60 degrees, so it was a refreshing break from the summer temps that won't let go.
What else did we do?
The boys explored their Big Daddy's tool box. (That's my dad...all 128 pounds of him calls for the name Big Daddy.) 
We took walks.
Enjoyed dusk at the lake.
Demonstrated how to skip rocks.
Ate s'mores! (The boys are anxiously awaiting their first s'more experience. Jack and Garrett loved them, men after my own heart. Liam didn't really care for them, and I just don't understand why! What's not to love about them?!)
And the boys crashed hard at night.
Chickasaw is a fabulous place to vacation with the hiking trails, nature center, refreshing springs, and large lake. I can't wait to go back!
Something Profound
I sat down here on the couch to write a profound post. Flexed my fingers. Tapped a few keys. Stopped to sip from my Diet Coke. Tapped a few more keys.
Only to be interrupted by the rattling of a doorknob. Behind that door is a 2 1/2 year-old that is learning to nap on a napmat instead of within the confines of his crib.
"Jack, what are you doing up so early?"
[Rubbing the confusion and sleep from his eyes.] "I get up."
"No, it's not time to get up. Go back to bed. I'll come get you when it's time."
After settling him in with his bear, I close the door to return to the couch and laptop.
Only to find a 4 year-old on the stairs with bright eyes and a wide smile. "Hi, Mommy!"
"Hi, Liam, you're up early. What's going on?"
"I'm awake."
Knowing that I put him to bed earlier than usual, I relent and allow him to play quietly while his brothers rest longer.
Turning back to the laptop, I realize that the intellectual post...is gone. I guess it wasn't so wise if I can't remember where I was going with those escaped thoughts.
We're leaving early tomorrow morning for a three-day weekend of camping, so I'll be back Monday. With something thoughtful, I hope.
What type of mother are you? *UPDATED*
Take this short quiz to find out, and then come back to tell me!
I'm the "ISTJ —The 'Responsibility' Mother". What's an ISTJ mom?
The ISTJ mother has a highly developed sense of responsibility: for work,
home, family ... particularly her children. Whether she’s overseeing daily baths
or insisting on a 10 p.m. curfew, her efforts are largely focused on providing
her children with order and routine. She wants them, regardless of age, to be
able to count on her and the structure she provides.
In carrying out her commitment to her responsibilities, the ISTJ mother is
organized, industrious, and detail-oriented. Because her focus is the day-to-day
realities of life, her children are likely to feel secure and well provided for.
The ISTJ mother also sets a good example and provides her children with
practical guidance on being a productive, responsible individual. Still, with
all her seriousness, she may delight family members with her quick wit and
observations about the details of life.
*UPDATED to add: When my husband saw my motherly description, he said, "That fits you to a T."
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