We now have in our family two adorable sets of siblings we get to watch interact. And it is such a joy.
Bingley and Bennet continue to amuse us with their competitive natures. We bought two toys for them last night. We got both out this afternoon. And yet only one toy gets attention at any given time. Because if one dog sees the other happily tugging at a rubber ball attached to a rope, he wants it, too. And if one dog sees another toting around a blue and yellow cloth-covered "bone," he HAS to have that bone. Thus, they will literally run around, side by side, each with one end of the bone, or rope, or even stick, in his mouth. Until, of course, one of them gets tired of sharing and outright tackles the other.
I'm kind of glad that disputes between Micaiah and Emmett aren't solved this way . . . yet.
During their bed-time story tonight Micaiah wanted to hold her brother. And he giggled about it. We have one happy boy, but there's just no one who can make him smile as much as his sister. He LOVES when she does anything with him, whether it's insisting he sit next to her to watch "Ar-tur" (that's "Arthur" - the glasses-wearing aardvark), sticking price stickers meticulously to his tiny toes (while demanding, "Emmett, no kicking!") or simply giving him a good night tackle (which is meant to be a hug). It's a good thing that, for now, the feeling is mutual.
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