Punching Bags

That is what my two oldest children have been using each other for lately.  Punching bags.  It is getting progressively worse.  I don't like what you have said to me...whack.  I don't like the way you said that to me...whack.  I wanted to play with that first...whack. 


I am at my wits end with all of this behavior and I really don't know exactly how to stop it.  I remember when I was younger my sister and I used to scratch, kick, hit each other and my mom would get so angry that we were doing those things.  I didn't get what she got so upset about.  It didn't really concern her, or so I thought.  When my kids hurt each other it hurts me as well and I just want everyone to love each other and get along -ALL the time.  Unrealistic?  Very.  But it is a dream of mine. 


I guess I can keep dreaming.  But until it comes to fruition I'm doling out lots of time outs!

Not an uncommom occurance

Believe it or not having a big pile of leaves on my (ugly) kitchen counter is not out of the norm for my house at the moment.  Walking home from preschool today my 4 year old grabbed a handful as he came into the house and announced he had to bring them inside so he could start storing up food for the "pet buck that Santa is going to bring".  Ummm, yea.  I'm not sure how to really break it to him that Santa will, in fact, not be bringing a pet buck.  At least not this year.