I was just looking back at blog posts from 2010 and I was surprised how I had forgotten the animosity that existed between Jax and Em when she was a baby. Well, from Jax toward Em. He really didn’t like her for a long time; I mean, she was cool as long as she wasn’t in his way, but it wasn’t until she started giving back that he started to enjoy her company. I came across a post that talked about the first time they found a common ground–when she was three months old, under his old playmat, then hers.
And look at them now. Buddies.
“Come on, Em. Let’s do this as a teamwork.”
And just as my mommy heart starts going pitter-pat and I am reveling in my mama bear glory, he kicks her to the curb.
Just kidding. Get out of here.
I guess old habits can be hard to break.











































