Tom and Abby behave like an old married couple. They have spent nearly every waking moment together at home. They eat together, sleep together, bathe together, and play together.
I don't often witness them getting ready for breakfast, but this morning I was up before them. *gasp!* Well, not exactly up before them, but I made my way to the kitchen before them. Ever since they discovered Sunday's Toys R Us newspaper advertisement they have spent the first hour of each morning carefully copying THE ENTIRE AD onto their Christmas lists.
When they finally rolled out to the kitchen for breakfast I watched as they got their cereal ready. Abby is quite the little mother. She carefully pours each bowl of cereal. Then she goes to the fridge where she pulls out two glasses of juice (pre-poured by Dad this morning) and a tall glass of milk (since the gallon is too heavy to lift for them.) Abby sets the table, placing each cereal bowl in front of the correct seat and then places the cups in their correct settings as well. Then she places the milk in front of Tom so he can pour his first. All the while Tom is messing with the TV, trying to decide which movie the'll watch for breakfast. This week, it's been old re-runs of "ALF" from Amazon on Demand.
Another example: Earlier this week I made some popcorn for them. They decided to eat it outside. I found them cuddled into one of the patio chairs together. And then, almost as if it was subconscious, they each would chuck a piece of popcorn over their head, behind them, onto the grass for the dog to find. Every once in awhile they'd turn around and giggle as the dog ate the pop corn on the grass.