What is it with kids!? One minute they are beaning each other over the head with fire trucks or barbie dolls and the next minute they are laughing and hugging. Weirdos.
First thing in the morning, when one of my boys wake up, they instantly run to the other's bedroom and cry out for them to come play.
5 seconds later...
Screaming, kicking, hitting, and/ or flying toys breaks the morning peace in the nutshell. I just don't get it. It seems they really hate each other most of the time... but when they have to be separated, instead of me being the hero for putting Sam in timeout, I become the villain for taking him away from Nephi -- doesn't he get it? I just saved him!!
Sam and Nephi are covered in bruses from each other with the help of the playground, but when Sam gets on the bus to go to school, Nephi yells:
"SAMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!!!! Come back!!!!!!! Come back SAMMY!!!" We go through this everyday. I try to calm him by saying, "It's mommy and Nephi time!" He looks at me like life is over. It is really sad when you two year old no longer thinks you are cool.
Then the icing on the cake:
Church meeting was a nightmare yesterday. Seriously, the kids were acting like they had no sleep but were on speed.... completely uncontrollable. Everyone felt bad for me. I could see them looking at me with pity.
Mostly it was screaming. They kept yelling: "Suck!!!!!" Which means, "Snack" -- but no one else knows that. It sounds like they are putting down my choice of toys I stuffed in the diaper bag. Once they stop taking out their anger on me, they turned on each other. Let's just say there were lots of "Stop Sammy!!!!!"'s, flying toys, and lots of kicking and hitting. Even I got caught in the cross fire and got kicked rather hard in my head. You don't even want to know how Sam's foot got up that high to accomplish the feat in the first place... so don't ask!
Finally, my savior came in the form of one of Sam's primary teachers. She scooped up Sam and took him out kicking and screaming. I sighed, finally some peace. I smiled at Nephi who had just been the victim of a train beaning. He watched sadly as Sam was carried away. Then he surprised me by jumping up on the pew and yelling so the whole congrigation could hear:
"I'm COMING, SAMMY!!!!! I'm COMING!!!"
I heard snickers all around me.
"No you're not! Sit down, Nephi." I told him. "You should be happy he is gone, now you can play with the toys with out getting hurt."
"NO, want Sammy!" He started to scream for his brother. Oh, great! Then luckily, some friends of ours invited him to go sit with them and their little girl and eat a sucker. He was happy. I was happier.
I decided to head out and see how Sam was doing. I found him outside pitching a full blown tantrum on the sidewalk... his primary teacher standing calmly by watching.
"Now this is entertainment!" I said smiling.
"Seriously," she answered. We stood back a little, barely missing some flailing legs fly past us. There was nothing you could do when Sam was in one of these fits, you just have to stand by and wait for it to play itself out and he calms down on his own.
"I tried to set him on the grass, but flipped on to the sidewalk... seems to like that better." I tried no to laugh, he looked so silly! Like a fish out of water...
Finally I got him calmed down and back in the church. When we sat back down, what do you think the first thing he said was?
"Where Ruffy???" He asked.
"He is sitting over there with friends," I said pointing over to where his little brother was playing happily.
"RUFFY!!!!! COME!!!!!" He yelled freaking out.
Here we go again....
Kids are so weird!