I forgot a couple items in my last post. Big Brother woke up from his nap last week and said "I poop on you." No, he has never stayed up late and watched Conan.
On Saturday, we got outside for 15 minutes and BigBrother was swinging. "This is awesome! JESUS CHRIST this is fun."
One other minor note of victory on my part. Saturday morning, DearWife was putting together one of BigBrother's XMas presents. It's a battery operated...thing...that moves around. It's Thomas, so it has that going for it. But it's very intricate and fragile, and you can't actually play with it. You have to watch it.
So DW (pre-coffee) pulls it out and I make some comment about what a pain in the ass it is. She went into mini-lecture mode about how I was being too negative. You play with the kids on the wooden train all the time this is the same thing.
420 seconds later, she was doing her best not to swear. LittleBrother was destroying said toy faster than she could build it. And BigBrother pushing things, and pulling the little car off the tracks.
"Yeah, I see what you mean."
Since she was pre-coffee, I stopped short of doing a victory dance. I'm pretty sure that was a good idea.