The twins are 17 months old now, and they alternate between being the best of friends and driving one another crazy. Either way, they are typically always side by side.
Reid is much bigger than Cort. By almost 5 pounds. And he uses his size to an advantage.
He gets in moods where he just torments Cort. He's fast and he goes after whatever Cort has, including his cherished paci.
Worst, though, Reid goes after his snacks. See, Reid can eat REALLY fast. I have no doubt that if all else fails career-wise, he can be one of those professional hot dog eating contest winners. For real, this child can eat and he can eat quickly.
So I'll put a plate of animal crackers on the floor, and Cort will examine them, take a small nibble off, and rotate them in his hands.
During the time it takes Cort to test the waters with his animal cookie, Reid will have eaten the other twenty. And then it happens. Reid notices that while there are no more animal crackers on the floor, Cort has two in his hands.
Cort, not naive, will start trying to run away.
Only Reid is faster and bigger.
Reid comes up from behind, arms wide open, and tackles Cort to the floor.
Cort, completely smushed to the ground, loses possession of both animal crackers as Reid quickly wrenches them from his hands and stuffs them in his mouth, all while Cort is penned down and sceaming.
Reid has started getting little tiny time outs on the couch. Yeah, I know you're not supposed to start time out until the age of two. Nevertheless, I place Reid on the couch and tell him no and that he needs to be nice to Cort.
Somehow, time outs and lectures don't seem to make a dent in Reid.
In fact, I suspect he finds them amusing.
Because this is how he looks in time out:
I may need to reconsider my approach.