Brad and I are poor losers. Actually, to be more precise, we're poor winners. Brad kicked my butt the first game during the twins' nap. Then, I challenged him to a rematch tonight when the twins went to bed, and I won. I won, I won, I won! :)
Nicky, on the other hand, must not have inherited our competitive natures. He did however inherit my tendency to cry spontaneously and uncontrollably when things don't go my way. (Ask my family sometime about BeeZee.)
Here they are sitting nicely on the chair together.
Aren't they cute?
This is where things start to go sour.
Today, Nicky started a new defense mechanism. When Catie comes up to him while he's playing with a desirable toy, he throws the toy down on the floor immediately and starts crying. He doesn't wait for her to try to take it. After he did this several times with the toy phone, he walked over to their favorite ride-on toy, the Elmo car. Pretty soon, Catie came toddling up and he got up, gave her the car, and started crying. Someone needs to teach that boy how to stand up for himself!