I am so proud of my boys.
Their ability to love and adapt, with few questions asked, is remarkable. Their relationship turned a corner, this week, as both of them realized the other one was staying - for good.
They have become brothers in every sense of the word. They march and wrestle and chase dinosaurs. Ty pushes LJ to do "big boy" things, like him (removing shoes, going potty, getting dressed), and LJ encourages Ty to run harder, jump higher, and take more risks. They whisper long into the night about everything under the moon and come unhinged with giggles when one of them has gas.
They always want to sit together, sleep together, and take their baths together.
Of course, not all their behavior is good as they do create trouble together, mimic bad behaviors together, and throw toys at each other...but at the end of the day they're brothers.
When they bump their heads or knock their knees, they ask the other to kiss their boo-boo and continue on with playing.
They are awesome and fun and more bonded than any of us.
Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.