The Boys

Have I written yet about how the boys bicker the most of all the kids? I read somewhere that children tend to fight the most when they are close in age, the middle child, or of the same gender. Well, the boys are two years nearly to the day apart, and both middle kids. There you go. It’s always, “I got big one!” “I got new one!” or Elijah running over with, “Eric… Eric say mean thing!” then running back to say, “Told you!” (by which he means, I told on you!)

But when they play together, it’s so sweet. Eric adopts this sort of higher-pitched, lisp-y little-kid cajoling voice (“you wanna play ‘dis, li-jah?”) and Elijah runs along copying everything he does with his tummy sticking down and his head bobbing up and down in the air. They play boom-the-bad-guy, build-nests-in-the-fort, masked-spies, driving the train/bus/truck, stranded-on-the-island, orphans-gathering-food, running-from-Chewbacca (for some reason Elijah loves running around screaming, “chew-bacca coming!”).