I thought I’d survived the worst of having two babies so close in age.
I thought I’d made it through and things would be pretty easy now.
I thought I’d figured it all out.
Ha!
Enter Rusty and Tommy …
All day long they find ways to agitate, annoy, bother, bug, harass, perturb, pester, rile, and tease each other.
I’ve developed a deaf ear. Sort of selective deafness. I can tell the difference between a “I just fell off the chair onto my chin” cry and the “Tommy just hit me on the head with a crayon and so I smacked him with my toy car” cry. I try to ignore the latter.
They push and pull and shove and smack each other … constantly. Yet if you ask Rusty who Tommy is, you’ll get one of three answers:
“Hims my brother!”
or “Hims my best friend!”
or, my favorite, “Hims my best brother!”
Good to know that this is just their way of showing love…