I am beginning to side with nature in the nature vs. nurture debate.  My degree is in Child and Family development, and I heard many lectures on this issue.  I will have to say that before becoming a mother I would have sided with nurture for the most part, but I’m not sure that is the case. 

Everyday in our house we have “quiet time”.  Though it may not always be quiet, as Laney signs her next hit at the top of her lungs, and Brayden bangs his trucks together.  It is an hour of the day I have to my self.  These days it is usually spent napping.  Our kids have grown to enjoy quiet time.  Laney enjoys time alone to color or play doll house without little brother over her shoulder.  Carley sleeps for two or three hours.  Brayden gives me the most trouble with this time of the day, but has finally realized it is going to happen.

So this brings me to Tuesday of this week.  It was quiet time as usual, and they were actually quiet for about an hour.  I told Laney she could get Brayden and come downstairs because quiet time was over.  Brayden’s door opened and Laney said, “Mommy you have got to come see this.”  Many things went through my mind.  Brayden has been known to break his pigging bank,  rub poop on the floor, take everything out of his closet, in general just make a mess. 

I sighed and started up the stairs.  What I found actually was pretty amazing.  Brayden had taken everything off his bed including the plastic cover that his mattress was wrapped in.  He then pushed his mattress off the bed up against his chest of drawers, and removed the slats from his bed.  I know you don’t believe me.  Fortunately I have pictures to prove it!

Pretty amazing.  Don’t you think?