Thursday, February 02, 2006

The Boxer Rebellion

Sam gave Jake a bloody nose last night. It wasn't a tilt-your-head-back, blood-soaked rag bloody nose. But there was blood and it was coming from Jake's nose.

They were tussling over a toy when Sam decided to tackle Jake from behind, skidding him across the hardwoods and the rug in the family room. I keep telling Sam that one of these days Jake is going to turn around and let loose 16 months of pent-up toddler anger and you know what, I'm going to let him. I have no worries about Jake being able to hold his own ... in the very near future. Even I have to duck and weave when his arms and hands start flailing.

Bryon has told stories of how he used to beat up on his younger brother until one day Bryon was chasing Emmett and as he rounded a corner, Emmett hit him smack in the stomach with a red rubber Hoppity Hop. Apparently it threw him back a few feet, knocked the wind out of him and knocked some sense into him.