Play time

While making beds this morning, I heard doors start slamming...I just sighed and headed back to the boys' rooms--I'd left Aidan on his floor playing with one of Connor's old puzzles (I knew that was going to turn into an argument...Ugh!)
When I turned the corner, I saw Connor shutting Aidan's door. 

Me:  "Connor, don't shut Aidan up in his room--he might get scared."
Connor:  "But, Mommy, I'm going to work."
Aidan:  muffled "ya ya ya da da da ..."

I decided to play along. 

Me:  "Okay, but make it a quick day at work and come home and open the door, so Aidan doesn't get sad."

I backed off for a while to see how this would play out.  Keep in mind, usually Connor wants nothing to do with Aidan except to tell him not to play with his toys, not to make any sounds, and he spends an extraordinary amount of time moving his stuff away from Aidan's reach, even to the point that he can't even play with it.
I heard the door open back up...

Connor to Aidan:  "I'm home from work.  I had a good day"....and then a lot of chatter that I couldn't hear b/c the door was shut behind him.  Whoaa!
They were in there playing together.

I opened the door up--I'm excited about the playtime, but I'm not stupid...with these two, things can change very quickly.

Connor:  "No, Mommy, I'm playin wis Aidan!"
Aidan: squealing and grinning

So, playing with Aidan lasted about 20 minutes or so.  It was such a sweet feeling to hear them.  God has blessed us so much and now He's helping to grow my boys to love each other. 

.........Connor:  "NOOO, Aidan!!!"
Aidan:  crying

Well, it's definitely a process.  Welcome to daily reminders of our sinful hearts in need of Him.