Ian alone = Difficult.
Kyle alone = Cake.
Ian + Kyle = .. well I don't know what it equals, but Kyle turns into a whiney provoker, and Ian listens like an angel.
But it's fun. The boys have someone to play with (besides me!). I have to interrupt 800 million fights a day though.
And Korah, who thinks she can hang it with the big boys, sometimes gets crushed. Mostly she just waits around for them to get busy with something, so she can sneak in and steal their sippy cups.
Interesting fact: 3 carseats don't fit in the back seat of an Impala. At least not very well. They've picked up the drill fairly fast though. Even Korah has. I load them in one at a time from one side to the other, and then I say "Hands Up!" (so they don't get pinched - crutial oversight on my part during the initial test run), and slam the door. I have to slam it hard too. And when I do, all the seats smash together. They'd probably fly outta their seats, if they weren't buckled in? They think it's hilarious. The boys giggle, and then Korah laughs because they are.
Kyle and I taught Ian the Barrel Game yesterday. I thought it was crazy with 2 kids. 3 is just a mad house. Very fun though. Korah gets so excited and is almost just as fast as the boys at racing back to get back on.
That girl is gonna be so tough.