Friday... boys will be boys!

We made an unexpected visit to Dr. Lindsay's wound clinic this morning after I heard crying in the living room..... I went in to find Riley sitting on the couch with a tape measure in one hand and a very bloody left hand in the other.  He & Reid had been playing with it and it was a tiny tiny tape measure.  I assure you.  I thought it couldn't have been a sharp one... ummm.  Think again.  Let's just say this mama does not handle the site of a lot of blood very well.  Ugh.

I was so happy that the boys were playing so nicely together and just enjoying being at home.  I was enjoying playing with them. Alas, the Lord is still pruning me.  
Thank you Jesus for my wound care doctor husband.  What would I do without him?  I love how Riley is holding Reid's hand in this picture.  Guess he needed a little support.  sweet thing.

This is a crazy stage of life.  Riley is 2.  He is into EV-ER-Y. thing.  Says "no" all. the. time.  Throws a LOT of temper tantrums, and hits his brother whenever he wants his attention.  I feel like a crazy woman every some days.  The Lord is testing my patience through this sweet boy.  Love, love, love him to pieces.  When I pray for patience, as I did this morning, the Lord tested me.  We made it through and I am still thankful everyday for my 2 sweet, crazy, fun-loving boys.  Okay.  That's out.  Just had to vent.  :)  Happy Friday.... even if it started out a little bit crazier than I had hoped!