Growing up is tough

So I have bought a new book on Sibling Rivalry. It's called "Mom, Jason's Breathing on Me", who can resist such a title. Basically it councils stepping out of the conflict. So far ... loving it. I can only hope that the basic premise doesn't scar the kids for life. Regardless, I like the fact that it takes out my stress of having to figure out who did what to whom. I just say "there there, want a hug" and it works. yea!

oh, I forgot my favorite story of the week. Papageno. We had another playdate with Aviva the other day. It went well as always ... for the most part. Things got a little quiet for a while, never a good thing. We look for them and notice that both kids are in his bed, the top bunk. of course we say "what are you doing?" Aviva looks at us, shrugs, and states "Papageno is getting in his pajamas" At first I think nothing of it. Then I realize in order to get into his pajama's he has to completely undress. So I look up and sure enough he has a shirt on but no pants. What's worse is when I tell him to put his clothes back on he innocently looks at me and says "I am putting my pajama's on" where upon he lies down, thrusts his hips in the air and pulls his pajama pants on. All while Aviva skeptically looks on. Thankfully Simon is a mellow dad. Oh Papageno, where do I begin?

oh and Bug. He told me to "put my clothes on" again at nap time. hmmpf. I am beginning to get a complex.