I've been feeling more like the boys' mother lately, rather than their teacher and/or nanny. Since the screaming has slowed down considerably, I'm able to feel clearer and recognize their really nice sides. They are slowly emerging, as I'm sure my better side is beginning to peek out, too.
This morning at 6 or so when the boys crawled into bed with us, I wasn't annoyed. I actually enjoyed it. Habtamu cuddled with me for a few minutes. Lire is always one for cuddling, so that wasn't a surprise, but what touched me about him was how quiet and thoughtful he looked. He was gazing into my eyes and really studying me, and had such a sweet look. These types of moments help me realize that they are trying to figure us out as much as we are trying to figure them out.
Another breakthrough today was that I was able to take H. in the car with me without his father being there. H. was actually able to walk out of the house with me and his father, say goodbye to his dad, and join me in the car without getting upset. He rode his bicycle (bicicletta) around the beach parking lot for almost an hour, practicing his breaking, looking out for cars (macchinas), and even riding his brother's bike (don't tell Lire!). Lire was napping at the time, so I think he especially enjoyed this clandestine adventure. I'm hoping this will lead to more outings with one boy at a time. They both have an opportunity to relax when they are apart from one another. There isn't the need to compete for our affection and attention, and they focus and slow down.
Tomorrow we will go to the nursery to pick out some plants for the many pots we have. Lire especially likes ababa (flowers), so it should be a hit. Another friend is tending to a stray fawn, so we may go and visit them tomorrow, too.