Layla and Bradyn have FINALLY started playing so well together. There are about 2 1/2 years between them, so the first two years were sort of touch and go between the two of them. Layla is finally understanding that she can't knock down all of Bradyn's building blocks and Bradyn has started really wanting to take care of her. They actually do so much better when they're left alone to play. I was hoping they'd do good together Saturday night...but Layla was tired and grumpy...and Bradyn spent the majority of the afternoon at a birthday party. YIKES.
They were so happy to see each other. Everything was great until...you guess it...the dinner table. After taking Layla to another room and talking to her twice about table manners, we decided that we'd all be better off if we let her down from the table to go play. She was a little whiny as she walked around the table to Bradyn. The dialogue went something like this:
Bradyn: What's wrong with Layla?
Me: She's just a little grumpy.
Bradyn (to Layla): You tell me what you want, Layla, and I'll get it for you (in that kind of "my intention is to make you rotten" voice...the same I've heard their papa use--hummmm).
Layla: French fries with dip
Bradyn (picking the BEST and biggest one from his plate and dipping it): Here you go Layla.
Layla: Thank you (big smile).
I think my heart kind of melted :-) It is so funny and sweet at the same time to hear them communicating--like little adults or something?
Here's a picture of them sharing an ice cream sandwich prior to running around in the dirt at the park. Dirt + ice cream=dirty dirty dirty faces and hands...adorable ones, but dirty.