The wrestling begins.

I knew this day was coming with 2 boys close in age. Just didn't think it would sneak up on me this fast. Don't let those faces Theo's making fool you. He is loving every minute of it and often instigates the matches. Jack is pretty good (for now) about stopping when told and not being too rough. (Those days are numbered). He is a bit too fond of laying on Theo's face, particularly, and pulling blankets over him. This is when I have to step in. I vividly remember struggling to breath while wrestling as a child and it would freak me out. So far no broken bones or stitches (knock on wood) and only minor tears. But, lets just hope I hear those sweet words "it's a girl" on Friday...