Taekwondo is a thing in my home. Whenever I am not looking, the boys will be practicing their 'Taekwondo' moves on each other. There's a lot of 'hiii..yaah' and other interesting noises. Quite often this results in other sports being practiced, like wrestling, hapkido, and judo, as well as the traditional kicks and punches that boys all over the world are familiar with.
Despite the fact that I have repeated and repeated that they are not allowed to be doing any of these things in the house, it does happen. It happened twice in the last week with injuries.
Jordan, the baby in our house, the instigator of many of these 'fights' was practicing his moves on Justin, my eldest. According the explanation given by Justin, Jordan kicked a little too high up, fell off the bed, and that is when he knocked his head and chin (huh?) on the book shelf. He has one really big bruise on the chin to prove it. Jordan, when questioned, said that Justin pushed him and that's how he got hurt. By the way, he says hurt more like 'heurt'.
Jordan was banned from Taekwondo moves. All was fine until Sunday night. Aidan and Jordan were 'hug fighting' in the bedroom. This time it was Aidan who fell and clunked his head on the night table. (I was not in the house to witness this one. Daddy was in charge!) He managed to split the skin open on his scalp. Off he and Daddy went to the hospital to get a couple of stitches...
Aidan got a lot of attention at the daycare for his head injury. He is so very proud of his injury now.
Which brings me to some of the ridiculous things I have had to say the boys in order to stop punching, fighting, hitting, Taekwondo, hapkido, and judo. Here are a few that I have said over the last month in no particular order.
"Justin, towels are not weapons!"
"Clothes are not weapons!"
"Pillow are for sleeping. God never intended that as a weapon!"
"No touching. You are not allowed to touch each other!" (This always results in hugs 10-20 minutes later.)
On a much lighter note, I have had the pleasure of hearing heartfelt renditions of jingle bells in the rainy of April, sincere apologies that resulted in flowers on my kitchen counter (does it really matter that they were kicked/picked from apartment bushes?), and little boys jazz dancing in the kitchen and in the car (this is fondly referred to as doing the moves).
What more could a mother ask for? (The answer, of course, is for the Kim family to take a nice, long break from head injuries.)
Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will depart from it. -Proverbs 22:6 NKJV
Lord, please give me strength for the rest of the training...
Despite the fact that I have repeated and repeated that they are not allowed to be doing any of these things in the house, it does happen. It happened twice in the last week with injuries.
Jordan, the baby in our house, the instigator of many of these 'fights' was practicing his moves on Justin, my eldest. According the explanation given by Justin, Jordan kicked a little too high up, fell off the bed, and that is when he knocked his head and chin (huh?) on the book shelf. He has one really big bruise on the chin to prove it. Jordan, when questioned, said that Justin pushed him and that's how he got hurt. By the way, he says hurt more like 'heurt'.
Jordan was banned from Taekwondo moves. All was fine until Sunday night. Aidan and Jordan were 'hug fighting' in the bedroom. This time it was Aidan who fell and clunked his head on the night table. (I was not in the house to witness this one. Daddy was in charge!) He managed to split the skin open on his scalp. Off he and Daddy went to the hospital to get a couple of stitches...
Aidan got a lot of attention at the daycare for his head injury. He is so very proud of his injury now.
Which brings me to some of the ridiculous things I have had to say the boys in order to stop punching, fighting, hitting, Taekwondo, hapkido, and judo. Here are a few that I have said over the last month in no particular order.
"Justin, towels are not weapons!"
"Clothes are not weapons!"
"Pillow are for sleeping. God never intended that as a weapon!"
"No touching. You are not allowed to touch each other!" (This always results in hugs 10-20 minutes later.)
On a much lighter note, I have had the pleasure of hearing heartfelt renditions of jingle bells in the rainy of April, sincere apologies that resulted in flowers on my kitchen counter (does it really matter that they were kicked/picked from apartment bushes?), and little boys jazz dancing in the kitchen and in the car (this is fondly referred to as doing the moves).
What more could a mother ask for? (The answer, of course, is for the Kim family to take a nice, long break from head injuries.)
Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will depart from it. -Proverbs 22:6 NKJV
Lord, please give me strength for the rest of the training...
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