It had been a really good morning. Breakfast was served, the kids were laughing, I'd drunk my tea, yes it was a good morning. I was helping Savannah with some buttons on her shirt when I yelled like Forest "something bit me!" It hurt like... and I have a mark to prove it. I turned around and the culprit, sweet little COHEN, was staring at me with those big brown eyes.
I'm going to fast forward over the confusion/discipline/teaching I had with him to my conversation with Savannah 5 minutes later.
We were in the bathroom and she said "I just don't understand why he did it" dramatic pause "you know how he has been missing Poe mom?" Yeah "Well dogs bite and I wonder if he was trying to be like a dog because he misses Poe" I'm wondering if child psychology is in her future.
The kids have been doing really well with the move, really well. But both have acted and said things that are different from their normal behavior. I'm praying for patience and wisdom during this time. I know their sweet little 4 and 5 year old minds are trying the best they can to grasp what is going on.