Its called family life. Or Death by the Demons. Or Blessings by the Bowl Full. Or something in the middle.
No sedentary life now. Its all just constant movement.
They all love... oh look, I typed 'love' but meant 'look' (I'm leaving it in)... the same but a little older. Logical. Vyron is a dare devil who will hop on a scooter without stopping to wonder if he can 'ride' it and head straight for the curb while looking the other way as he giggles. He can also throw a tremendous pouting session for no particular reason. Good thing he's as small as he is and cute. Know what I mean?
Darius is more contained and asks for 'permission' to do things. He also remembers instructions. "Vyron, stop that. Gramma said not to splash water on the floor or else we will have to get out of the bath tub." Of course, Vyron doesn't pay any attention.
At the end of the day V. was very very tired and cranky. He decided to throw a tantrum by sprauling out on floor and WHINING VERY LOUDLY. After a few minutes it was time to put a stop to this. I spoke VERY FIRMLY to V., you know... explaining that 'we don't play that game here!!!' I told him to knock it off and get up. He took a couple of seconds to decide and then got up and went in the other room where his mother was. I suspect this isn't going to work all the time.
Of course, Darius had to point out to Vyron "See... I told you so!"