All I could hear was "Boom" "Boom" "Boom", and "Slam" "Slam". It sounded like a herd of buffalo were running through our house. I was tucked away in my room, laying the baby down for his morning nap. I had poked my head out of my bedroom door, more than once, to remind them to settle down. The noise would die down for a few minutes, only to have it shaking the house like a freight train a few minutes later.

Exasperated, and knowing that Roman wouldn't stay asleep if I didnt calm this pack of wild boys down, I said, "Okay boys, RALLY!" They gathered round, all except River, he was sitting at the table being studious, thank goodness. I said, "Get your shoes on, because you guys are running around the house." They all moaned and groaned, but off to find their shoes they went.

I was sitting in my bedroom with the window open watching the boys laugh as they ran round and round the mulberry bush, all but Abram. Finally, Abram shows up wearing "Blues Clues" swim trunks, a blue church sweater from last year, and a pair of last year's sandals that barely fit. I guess he thought he needed to change his clothes for the occasion, and he found them in the tote labeled 4T. He steps outside, and immediately starts to cry. He is oblivious that I can see him. So I say, "Come on Abram, run, you need to blow off some steam." He starts to run while crying. I am giggling, I mean he is little and his choice of clothing is hysterical. Off he goes, and by the time he makes it around once, I say, "Okay little man, one more round and you are done." He says, "I can't go on!" I am thinking, is this the same child who won't leave his brothers alone, because he is bubbling over with so much energy? I say, "One more lap." Off he trots, but all the while I can hear him wailing!

Now mind you, our house is so small its ridiculous, and luckily we live in the country, otherwise you would have thought a mass murderer was chasing the lad.

The last lap completed for all the boys, Abram's being the shortest, the boys come in panting and out of breath. So I question, "Are you ready to settle down now?" They all respond, "Yeah, but we have decided to play war outside." "Great Idea!", I exclaim.

Glancing out the window, Abram is again running, but now its not considered a chore. The idea behind it now is to overtake one of his older brothers. Life is all about the perspective, isnt it?

"The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed. (Titus 2:3-5)