So Mari was on the sofa, splitting the orange in triangles for LM when GF came like the Swiper and grabbed the little bowl with half an orange inside. LM was not a fan and went running after her, "baby no!"
He grabbed the bowl back and tried to tug it away from her while she held her ground and kept a firm grip. I was in the laundry room washing diapers during this beginning fight, decidedly letting Mari handle it and not stepping in to regulate (see I'm trying to not be such a control freak). So then Mari snatched the oranges away from both of them, and I hear screaming and crying on both ends. When I finally venture out to see what is going on the kids are hysterically grasping towards the oranges, and it is not like there was not enough to share. So I calmly said, 'ok the oranges are going in time out because they made you cry. When you guys calm down we can have some oranges."
I put them on top of a shelf. Oh that caused some unhappy campers. LM was crying because I took his oranges away. GF was crying because she thought that was the thing to do. I sat down to be on their level and they both started climbing on me, competing for who could get more leg and shoulder real estate. It was their first major fight. I asked Mari to start video taping, but it calmed down before he could get the camera.
There was even a point when they started to get a little physical. This was also cute and I had to try hard to take it seriously. They each were limply flapping their hands over the other's hand and whining,. It looked like a gay men's cat fight. I stopped it quickly. But, some times when I see these behaviors that are absurd; but so raw, pure, and organic in the way that they surface - it fascinates me and I catch myself watching when I should be saying mommy things.
So I guess that we hit our first major milestone in brother-sister relations this weekend.
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