Ok. So this sibling thing can be so maddening. I mean really, Sylas, did you want that baby doll before Ivy picked it up? And how many play spoons and forks can you hold in your hands? Wouldn't it be nice to share one with your sister?
I feel like I'm breaking up fights ALL.DAY.LONG, and they are only one and two years old. It makes me crazy, and I wonder if I'm doing anything right and if my children are going to be decent human beings as adults.
Then, out of nowhere, like the sun shining when it rains, the sweet comes. Like today, when Sy went over to Ivy and said...
How ya doin' Babes?
Doin' good Babes?
And my heart melts and I know we're ok and I feel happy that they have each other. The sweet makes all the chaos so beautifully worth it.
And no. They are not twins, but we're getting that more and more.