You take the good you take the bad you take em both and there you have... siblings.
Boys watching TV
I assume my parents were home on weekend mornings when I was a kid, but I have no memories of it.
My second-born daughter is a woman unto herself. At four-years-old, she has sass and sarcasm in spades.
This is the joy of ten. Maturity and innocence wrapped into one. And I am loving it.
Some competition and rivalry is totally normal.... up to an incredibly-hazy-and-impossibly-unclear point.
All three of my daughters are born in May. And they all get a separate birthday party, even if one shared one is easier and cheaper.
Sparring equals learning. (But it's still going to make you bonkers.)
My sister and I are eighteen months apart. When my mom left the hospital with me, her favourite maternity nurse jokingly called out, “See you next year!”