Elias is still super-cuddly with his mom, but in recent months the physical way that he interacts with me has been changing. He's not as interested in cuddling with me anymore - he'd rather wrestle, play rough, spar, test himself (and test me). He put his head on my lap after dinner tonight, and I had Alisa take a picture, thinking this sort of thing won't happen forever. The sweet little boy days are numbered.
Eric is such a bruiser that it would be easy to pigeonhole him as the jock of the family, the bulldog to Elias' aesthete. But Eric is also the two-year old who happily sits and looks at books for half an hour at a time.
An obvious misstep, deciding ourselves what they'll be. So while we try to keep them on a reasonably short leash, and teach them, we also observe what they are.
(But when I'm tired, I just try to keep them on a short leash.)