you two got an excessive amount of valentines in the mail yesterday, but one proved too much for you to handle. aunt vicky sent jack a valentine that was made up of puzzle pieces and when he opened it and they started falling to the ground, vivian went in for the kill. instead of breaking you two up, i thought i would just let you fight it out a bit. i get really tired of intervening and telling you to stop. i sat back for 60 seconds and let the drama unfold. here is what happened:
little miss silver shoes fights dirty. she was biting and jack tried to throw her to the ground. i love both of your expressions and how there are about 20 puzzle pieces on the floor but something about that ONE was so very sacred. jack ended up victorious this time but it was a pretty fair battle. you both finally stopped and the whole debacle concluded with one of you on each of my legs, crying and pointing to the other one in blame. i then made you hug and kiss and it was like it never happened.
i hope your fights are always that short lived and you make up with sentiment. you won't always agree but i hope you respect each other to keep it clean! be kind to one another.
i love you two, my funny valentines!
"we are young, heartache to heartache we stand
no promises, no demands love is a battlefield
woah, we are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong
searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
love is a battlefield."
pat benetar
*side note to tonight's blog, i wrote an entire, lengthy post about an hour ago and accidentally deleted it. the agony! i am now drowning my sorrows in a bottle of welch's sparkling grape juice. its my new passion, makes me feel like i am drinking really sweet champagne without the buzz.
I have never seen a better sequence of photos! Every once in a while, you just have to let them battle it out. My mom used to send us to the backyard... I typically came out on the losing end. As adults, we are closer than we've ever been. I like it.
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