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Oh, Brother

Our boys.  They play together, they fight together.  They are doing the brother thing all day every day.  Harassing, picking, being victims, being instigators.  Sawyer is usually blamed for things because he A) doesn't tattle on people, B) doesn't try to hide what he's doing, and C) will admit to doing whatever it is he has done. 
Fischer.  Fischer tattles, screams, cries, lies, and sneaks.  But he has really beautiful eyes and can turn on the waterworks like an A-list actor.  Plus, he's younger and has only recently come into his own. 

He gets away with a lot. 

Instead of just reacting to his older brother, Fischer has started dishing it back a little. I got a text from Ross a few weeks ago that went like this:
Fischer is hiding pretend (read: non-existent) eggs for Sawyer to find.  So far, Sawyer hasn't found any, but he's determined to.   Fischer keeps telling him he's close! 
 
Poor Sawyer never did find any of the eggs, but he is a little more appreciative of his brother's hiding skills!

Fischer also taught Sawyer a new card game.  It's called Butter.  Oddly enough, Sawyer has never been able to beat Fischer in this game. 

At three, Fischer is impressively perceptive.  He knows exactly how to goad his brother into taunting him, so that he can tattle on him...for the taunting...that he encouraged his big brother to do. 

My hands are full.  And we haven't yet thrown two little sisters into the mix.

Oh help.  I need chocolate. 

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