It's the oldest two in particular: Miss C is almost 8 and as frilly feminine as they come. She loves dolls, dresses, and writing long stories about the Revolutionary War and the wives those soldiers left at home. (I kid you not.) Mr Lars is 5, and All Boy. If he knew what snips and snails were, or had access to puppy dog tails, he'd be all over those. As it stands, he's been obsessed with machines, tools, building and mechanics since before he could walk. To him, happiness is the chance to mow the lawn with his dad.
They are oil and vinegar. Gas in a diesel engine. Sunscreen and eyeballs. Anything you can think of that doesn't mix well - those are my kids.
Now they can play beautifully with other children - on playdates, or with cousins, the play is happy, considerate, imaginative. They are able to involve opposite genders in their play, and are so gifted at finding ways to include, to incorporate, to facilitate.
When asked to play together for 30 minutes, there is excellent money to be made on a bet that it'll end in tears, shouting, screeching, or - more typically - all of the above.
|Deceptively cute. So deceptive.|
I am ill with jealousy when I hear stories of other siblings who get along well. Siblings who will make up elaborate games of make believe, will troop through the yard on adventures together, will snuggle in bed and let the elder read them all a story.
Not at our house. The sibling rivalry has reached fever pitch, to the point where if one claims to love say, watermelon, the other will swear a jihad on all melons until he/she takes their dying breath. If one child finds a certain bedtime story scary, the other will deliberately choose it every night. If one sibling does something uniquely noteworthy, the other will find the snidest thing possible to say, even if they know it'll earn them a session on the timeout step.
Just now, I sent them both to their rooms. I couldn't bear to hear one more whine, one more exasperated 'LAH-RUS!', one more slap fight. I'm done. I'm out of ideas.
So I'm asking you to help me out here. I've gone ahead & lowered the veil, shown you the dark side of NilsenLife, and I genuinely need a good solution. I have an abiding and profound affection for my two brothers, and would love to be laying the foundation for that with my children. But right now? I think I'll be doing well to get them both to 18 without permanent bodily harm inflicted.
Got any tips? Any bright ideas that your parents used for you and your siblings - that you do with your kids? NOW WOULD BE THE TIME TO SHARE, PLEASE. Thankyouverymuch.
I Might Lock Them Up Otherwise