The Lad is all about asserting his rights these days. His favorite new word is "mine!" He always says this with authority and an exclamation point practically hovers in the air. When he's really serious about something, he says, "Mine-nuh!" as if to say, "You're either hard of hearing or stupid and I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt by repeating myself with precise enunciation."
The Boy mostly is bullied by The Lad's newly acquired sense of possession. When his little brother takes something from The Boy, he collapses under the injustice of the world.
"But that's mi-i-i-i-ine."
This weekend, however, he finally seemed to realize, "Hey, I'm bigger than he is, and faster." Snatching a toy The Lad obviously wanted, The Boy ran away laughing and literally saying, "Nanner-nanner-boo-boo," his brother on his heels.
I would have intervened but seconds later, I heard The Lad giggling and The Boy whining, "Hey! You can't have them aaaaalllllllllll."
Sibling justice is swift.
The Lad has had a bad diaper rash this last week, so Sunday found him in our driveway wearing nothing but his jammie shirt and sandals as he helped the husband wash our car. (We're nothing but class, let me tell you.) The airing out was going well until I saw something that looked like cat poo on our drive.
Need I say more?
The husband was explaining to The Boy about triathlons the other day.
"Hey Daddy. I know about a triathlon where you swim and ride a bike and ride a donkey."
We had quesadillas for dinner tonight. My boys -- including the husband -- love quesadillas. I fixed the entire eight-pack of tortillas; I fold each tortilla in half over queso fresco and bean dip to make one quesadilla. There was one left. The Lad double-fisted his way through dinner, demanding "mine-nuh!" whenever he finished a slice. Seriously. I shudder to think what my grocery bill is going to look like as these boys get bigger.
Because the boys ate so good, we let them have dessert.
"Who wants M&M?" I said as the husband went to get them.
The Lad shouted it so loudly and forcefully, the husband thought it was The Boy. He's never before said "me." Kid after my own heart.
I'm flying home this weekend because my sister is getting married (Yay! Lexi and Ben!). I was planning to bring The Boy with me, but because it's the holiday weekend, tickets were crazy, so I'm flying solo. I'm kind of looking forward to the quiet of the plane. I got a Kindle for Mother's Day (yay! for good husbands); what should I put on it? Cheap suggestions, though, people. I'm used to getting books free from the library -- well, except for the fines I always seem to rack up.