It has been so wonderful having the boys play together! The first thing Elijah says when I go in his room when he wakes up in the morning is, "Bubba?" And Joaquin is the same way. The only two words he speaks at this point are, Da Da and Bubba. (I didn't even make the top 2!)
The past week I have been giving them play time in Elijah's room after they both wake up. I've been slowly trying to make the time longer and longer so mommy can sit in the room across the hall and check email, or like right now, write on the blog. It really has been going wonderfully. The first day they hung in there for about 20 min. before they started to try to get out. Now we are up to almost an hour of uninterrupted play time, with 10 min. of clean up time in the disaster area of a room afterwards.
However, after 3 good days of play time in the morning together, the fourth day surprised me. I don't know what happened, but when I went in the room after about 30 min. Bubba had a black eye!
Of course, this could have been self-inflicted, but the way Elijah looked when I said, "oh, no! What happened to Joaquin's eye?" told me that Elijah had something to do with it. Elijah quickly went and hid behind his reading chair in his room and stayed there till I came to get him.
I remember growing up with 2 boys and there were a lot of bumps, stitches, a few broken bones, scrapes and bruises. In fact, I'm sure there were some black eyes in that list too. However, I just wasn't quite ready for that to happen between the two of them at 1 and 2 years old! They do have their squabbles over toys and blankets and food (or whatever they both seem to want at the same time), but mommy and daddy are usually there to break up the fight and bring up the topic of sharing. But, since I wasn't there in the room during their morning play time a black eye resulted.
Well, at least we know who won the fight. Elijah = 1 Joaquin = 0
I will have to keep up with this tally. With two boys 13 months apart I am sure that that number will be changing quite a bit throughout the years!
Here are a few pics of Joaquin's eye. We had just gotten out of the bathtub and dressed for bed. Poor little guy! Although, I have to admit, I think it bothered mommy more than anyone else around the house. Ian laughed it off and said Elijah got in a "good one", and Joaquin never even cried! (If he had I'm sure I would have run into the room to see what the fuss was about!) Actually, Joaquin was nothing but black-eyed smiles about it all week!