Yesterday I had a conversation with Morgan about the constant collection of bumps, scrapes, bruises he seems to accumulate daily — without having any idea how they happen. I told him he really needs to be more careful and that someone who doesn’t know him might think his Mom and Dad are not treating him well.
This morning he puts on long socks — “Mom, look they cover the scabs so no one thinks you’re beating me.”
I shared this story with a friend who knew Grandma Zeimet. She laughed and thought what a good time Mom would have had repeating that story to anyone who'd listen.
I started this site so my mom could get news about her grandkids without me having to walk her through the process of trying to open and email attachment several times a week. Since then she has passed away and I’ve fallen off the blog wagon, but I’m inspired to pick it up again now.
Life With Boys 
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