As Sophia has become more mobile it seems that Harrison's dislike has grown more intense. It used to be an attitude of indifference, a recognized inconvenience that took up our time but was generally no real threat. Then the crawling happened and then the walking. With each step and each grab the threat grew. Like a national security advisement, his threat levels changing colors from yellow to orange and now finally red. Each step met with a shriek, a cry, and a usually a swat. Every missed nap another long afternoon of "stay away from your sister" "STOP putting your sister in a headlock" "DO NOT put the child lock around your sister's head" and so on.
But tonight I caught a glimpse of what could be. It was truly just a moment, a flash more than anything real substantial, yet it was still there. Sophia in her high chair, Harrison eating his dinner. He was acting crazy, like usual. Shrieking and acting like a dopey three year old. Sophia, as if she saw an opening in his good-natured antics starting shrieking along with him. Then the damnedest thing happened. She started laughing and swaying in her chair, shrieking and he started doing the same. They were playing together, albeit from across the table and both safely secured in their proper chairs. But they were playing off one another. Her shaking her head and laughing, he shaking and dancing while shrieking...and as I started tell them to stop yelling I stopped. I couldn't help but laugh and smile and wonder if this was the first step in them becoming brother and sister, friends, protector and protectee, siblings...a family?