Sometimes I will find my babies playing so well together. Each doing their own thing, but still practically sitting on each other. One pushing a dump truck and the other stacking blocks. Both are so happy, quiet and content. I sneak around the corner and crouch down to take pictures, melting just a little bit. Lucas hands Joshua a toy, then a giggle is exchanged.
Then maybe seven minutes later, just as I’ve got myself positioned so comfortably on the couch with a bottle of white wine and some salsa next to me (weird combination? I don’t know), ready to dive into a copy of Glamour magazine or turn on my soap opera, a shriek evolves from one of them. Someone took the toy or pushed the toy or didn’t do it right or threw it at the dog or pulled my hair.
I shout out demands and consequences and if-you-do-that-again’s– and declare that if you can’t play nice, I will take your toy and throw it in the garbage. It works, every time.
Be nice, give him a kiss and say you’r’e sorry. Now get back to playing nicely so I can finish my article on how to lose 10 pounds in 7 days. Lucas climbs on the couch with this favorites so Joshua can’t bother him, and Joshua then walks into the kitchen to pull things off the pantry shelf. It is quiet and happy in here, once again.
My little monkeys.
There is only a 10 pound difference in them and although I think it’s completely irrelevant, they apparently have the same size of head – or at least very close- according to our doctor appointment visit.
I wish I would have got it on video. Joshua went over to Lucas, took his binky out of his (own) mouth, grab Lucas’s face and gave him a kiss on the lips. So freaking cute.
Lucas said prayers tonight, first time he’s said them on his own.
“Dear Jesus, Please let Joshua be okay and daddy be okay and mommy be okay and Lucas be okay. Amen!”