We have been here and co-habitating for awhile now. Enough time has passed for the novelty of having a cousin in the same house to wear off on Brevin and Evelyn, so lets just say that the adults are getting their fair share of refereeing!
They seem to get particularly violent when poor old Grandpa is left in charge and alone, in the back yard with them. One day last week, he came into the house, pale and shaking and all agitado over their behavior. He never really would say what happened that day and the kids really has no consequences, which meant "game on" for them I guess. Because.......
Yesterday. Brevin came in from daycare and went right outside in the back yard with Dad and Evie. I watched for a few minutes and when I saw the three of them playing ball and laughing, I thought "oh good, no trouble. Silly woman. Apparently right after I looked away and started dinner or something, the crapola started flying about. Fast forward about 10 minutes. The back door flies open and the house gets taken over by red faced, sweaty , crying kids followed closely by a red faced, sweaty Grandpa who was, quite frankly giving them hell. (YAY! Grandpa!) So the kids had to go sit down and dad, proceeded to give a snap shot of what happened, well there are some gaps in the story of which we will never figure out, but, ummm.
Apparently, Evelyn started aggravating Brevin right away, doing things like hitting him on the head with a ball paddle and tossing bits of foliage into his bowl of goldfish. So Dad stopped the game of ball and sent them on their way. In two minutes they were in his little garden shed and goofing off. In two minutes and 27 seconds, Evelyn was out of the shed , tattling that Brev was up on the riding lawn mower and she wanted him down so she could get up there. Instructions were handed out and she headed back to the shed, while Grandpa sat on the deck, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Lo and behold in a few seconds he heard yelling and grunting coming from the shed. He decided to let them go at it for a bit, because quite frankly, we are all tired if breaking them up. Okay. Then, I guess the yelling intensified and then it got primal, so Gramps headed over to intervene. He says that by the time he got to them, they were both up, on top of the riding lawn mower, staring at each other and screaming blue murder, while using one hand to pull hair and the other hand to slap the bejeezus outta the opponents face!! At that point the fight was pretty even and they were beating each other up pretty good and we really have no idea who struck the opening blow, so they both got punished and that was it. Except that Brevin doesn't have a mark on him and Evelyn looks like she crossed paths with and angry cat- the right side of her face is covered in scratches and she has a bit of a black eye on that side.
Do you think that they were done? NO. They continued to bicker and sneakily take things away from each other all evening.
KIDS!
Seriously though, it was kind of funny seeing them both all red and mad and sputtering- 'cause they make me feel like that at least once an hour when they are picking at each other.
For the most part though, they are fine together and I love to see them at their little kid sized dinner table chatting away with their own weird dinner conversation. Or I like how Evelyn waits all day for Brevin and runs to hide when she hears Lissa's car pull in the garage so she can jump out and surprise him. Or when they just spontaneously hug each other and run off giggling.
Kids.
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