F.H.E.

Monday nights have become a night that we all dread in our home and that reason is: Family Home Evening. When we tell our kids to come and sit down and listen to our very brief lesson something in their minds tells them to either start screaming, run away, tackle one another or all of the above.

I know they don't act this way at church. If they did their teachers would surely be coming to pull us out of our meetings. I also realize it's easier to sit down for someone else than Mom or Dad, but I try to only have a five minute lesson, with an opening and closing song. All of which should easily be accomplished in less than ten minutes. Tonight our lesson lasted 47 minutes.

We have given up on the twins sitting down. It's just not practical. As long as they are not hitting, tackling, screaming or about to cause themselves bodily harm they are free to roam.  However, Beck kept chasing the twins, singing random songs loudly or running away. The twins built towers out of toys to stand on, so they could turn lights on and off along with screaming and throwing toys. I think we broke up the kids' wrestling matches about a dozen times.

Maybe one day very far from now we will be able to sit down in a civilized manner for ten minutes. Sadly I don't see that in our foreseeable future. I cringe at the thought of the twins being three. At least we are getting gold stars in heaven for trying   :)