Lllllllet’s Get Ready to Rumbleeeeeeee!

Announcer:

In this corner wearing black cotton briefs, weighing in at 41 pounds, Anthony the Boss!!!! [The crowd roars]

And in this corner, wearing white pull-ups, weighing in at 29.6 pounds, Daniel the Destroyer!!!! [The crowd cheers]

The Boss pummels Daniel right in the stomach. The Destroyer takes the blow but quickly pulls on the Boss’ thick mane of hair. The Boss quickly knocks him down the floor – can he hold the Destroyer down???

1 – 2 – 3 ! No the Destroyer is back! This time attempting to bite the Boss on the leg. He may be disqualified!

Who will win the championship title of Extra Light Mini Featherweight???

It’s another day of a never-ending battle zone. I may as well slap on some war paint and camouflage clothes.

My boys fight too much.

I took the Destroyer to his 2-year check-up… can you believe the nurse came in just to say “Congratulations! Your son is the most energetic kid we’ve ever had here!”

We’re talking about a CHILDREN’S CLINIC – where there are seven pediatricians and hundreds of kids going through there a week. MY KID was the liveliest. I told her, “You haven’t seen anything yet – I’ve got another one at home!”

What do my boys fight about? Mostly toys – whatever one of them is playing with, the other one has to have. It never fails, the Boss can pick up a piece of lint off the floor and the Destroyer has to have it.

In order to please them and make them “happy”, we’ve bought them a few duplicates. But I have refused to buy two of everything. They have to learn to take turns and share, right? Then there are those moments I had only wished I caved in and bought a second toy so that I would have avoided the big headache.

When one has a toy the other one wants, it’s like the devil has entered their body and possessed them. Their eyes roll back, their faces get all contorted, they yell out these moans and groans that I didn’t know was even possible to come out of their tiny little bodies!

The only thing I find that works in sharing a toy is setting the timer on the stove to give both of them a turn.

They say a parent should try to let their kids settle things for themselves… yeah right! How can I not intervene?

If I allowed them to work things out, we’d have bruises and black eyes. We’d be taking daily trips to the hospital for stitches.

Same thing with the suggestion to “ignore” their fighting. I really don’t know how I can turn a blind eye. I would be able to if they were fighting with words, but a kick or a push is one of the first things my boys do to settle the score. In my house it’s back to the basics of mankind – grunting and punching does the trick.

Another year or so and I think they’ll both be a bit better with this??? I hope??? In the meantime, maybe it’s a good idea to invest in full body armour – football or hockey gear?

I’m sure they’ll both fight over that too.