Forgive me, those of you I’m about to offend. But I’m going to take a moment and be grateful that I don’t have two boys.  As it is, with my comparatively mellow boy/girl pairing, it’s a miracle we’ve made it this far without major injury. [knock on wood, turn around three times and spit]

My kids have gotten increasingly physical in their play in the last couple of months. Grabbing and pushing in the name of toy-stealing aside, even their made-up games have started to involve a lot more wrestling and tackling than I might have guessed.

Just the other day, we were at a local indoor playspace.  The “game” they came up with was that Rebecca would go first down the (rather fast) slide, and dramatically tumble and roll when she hit the bottom. Usually with an incredibly fake “ouch!”

She’d then giggle uncontrollably, lying on the floor, calling “help, Daniel, help!” And so he flies down the slide and rolls right on top of her.

If you’ve been picking up on her personality over the last two years, I somehow think the last thing you’re going to do right now is feel sorry for her and berate her “bigger” brother for picking on her. HA!  You know she’s the aggressor 95 times out of 100.  Daniel might be slightly more likely to get carried away as the game snowballs on itself, but not by much.  She’s definitely the one who is more likely to put him in a choke hold and wrestle him to the ground.

Oh, there is a broken something coming. I can feel it.  In the meantime, I’m going to take deep breaths and focus on the calmer moments, like a shared snack in between games of full-tackle Ring Around the Rosie.  Ohm…

A few days ago, we got a little care package in the mail from my mom.  I suspect she was at Babies R Us, shopping for my sister-in-law’s baby shower, and couldn’t help herself.  The items were, to say the very least, a big hit.

Daniel adores his (it’s actually a set of Superman pajamas), and though he completely soaked the shirt at lunchtime, insisted on wearing the cape again after nap, so I ended up safety-pinning it to another shirt.  Rebecca had to be coaxed out of her “spinning dress” for nap, and asked to put it back on again within 30 seconds of waking up (though neither time did she want to remove her other clothes to put it on – it’s a onesie with attached skirt).  There was a major bedtime tantrum when she had to take it off for the night.

I honestly wasn’t sure if my kids were old enough for dress-up, yet, but I guess the answer is YES!  Rebecca and I went to Joann’s today and got some fabric to make a cape for her, too.  I suspect there’s some elastic and tulle in my future as well…