
They have been having 'private parties' where they go into Isaac's room and screech and throw pillows, and laugh... while I wait outside for the first indication of party's over - which is always Coco crying from being pummeled to the ground. BUT SHE DOESN'T CARE. She loves it and goes back for more time and time again. My general philosophy as a parent is to let them be as loud as they want, as rough as they want, have as much fun as they want, while carefully observing so that nobody gets seriously injured. I think that this is their bonding time, and the less involvement from me the better. If there is one thing I have learned through my relationship with my brother is that we have the most fun when it is just the two of us. We can hang out on our terms and enjoy each other without any of the baggage our parents bring to the table. I completely respect my kids need for time alone getting into things, scheming, and going to war against mom and dad. It is fun to see Isaac in the big brother role, and Coco's admiration for him. It is a constant reminder of why we chose to have our number two, who we now couldn't imagine our lives without.
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