My Brother, My Sister, My Friend

In front of a camera when mommy is paying for pictures, I am thankful that my Brown Eyed Girl and Mr Blue Eyes appear to be the most angelic siblings on the planet.

In reality, these two fight like cats and dogs lately. Hitting. Smacking. Teasing. Snatching toys. Is this a normal milestone? Couldn't I just get like one more year of peace?

Our morning commute echos, "Mommy! Tell him to quit making that sniffing noise!", "Mommy! Tell him to quit looking out my window!", "Top! Top! (singing sissy)"

Every evening I find myself drinking telling them to quit fighting. 

It's a little overwhelming...

But then on a very rare night my Brown Eyed Girl said, "Brother, I love you. Come sit with me and snuggle."

Awwwe

 So adorable!

So uncomfortable looking...

They really do still love each other!

And then she told him, "Get off of me now you are breaking my lap!" and life resumed as normal.