It used to be that Harry and Jack were always fighting. Seriously, if they were in the same room with each other for 2 minutes, they;d be screaming, hitting and biting. I was spending half my day telling them to knock it off, and it was making us all tense. Lately, though, they have been-- wait for it-- getting along with each other.
Here they are the other day playing in their room. They were happy the whole time I put the laundry away, and I even had time to lie on my bed and look at the internet until I was discovered. Even then, they weren't fighting-- they just wanted me to read to them which I did because I'd be a pretty huge asshole if I didn't, right?
Today, we found a Playmobil race car set that must have been forgotten after the toy fest that was Harry's 4th birthday. It was in the box and everything. After I assembled it for them, they played together for almost an hour-- and they only stopped playing because they wanted lunch, not because someone was bleeding or something terrible like that (which has been why they've usually stopped playing). When we opened the package, harry even said, "Oh good! There's 2 cars inside so we can both have one." So nice (and weird).
They still fight-- don't get me wrong. The minute I turn on the shower and step inside and unwrap a fizzy aromatic lavender shower capsule, in fact, they fight. I'm so happy for the moments when they play together, though. It makes my job a heck of a lot easier.