Wrestlemania!

Wrestlemania has broken out in our home. Big time. Instead of the WF, it's the MWF (Madsen Wrestling Federation).

Josh is finally old enough for some good wrestling. (He's been big enough for a while; his mind just had to catch up!)

As you can see, Josh prefers wrestling Greco-Roman style. (That boy would spend all his day naked if I let him.)

My days are filled with the cacophony of my two little boys wrestling all over the house, screaming at the top of their lungs, bumping into furniture, banging body parts into walls. It's a veritable little boy heaven.

I've been needing a lot more Tylenol lately.

Being the drag that I am, I've already had to set some ground rules:

1. No throwing stuff at each other. ('Stuff' including but not limited to: toys, balls, utensils, blankets, potted plants, books, and yogurt. Especially if the yogurt is open.)
2. No hitting. No hitting, no hitting, no hitting! No. Hitting. (This one is taking a while to sink in.)
3. No trying to suffocate each other with blankets, cushions, clothing, or anything of a suffocating nature.
4. No wrestling on mommy, by mommy in the kitchen, under the desk while mommy is on the computer, or in mommy's room. Just don't wrestle while I'm around, okay?

Here's a little sampler of some of their moves. Of course they were more quiet than normal while I was filming, but you still get an idea of what it's like.

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I'm drowning in all the testosterone around here.

Oy.