Atlantic City this weekend was our first roadtrip as a blended family and all in all it went fine. A's two-year-old daughter M was in the middle of the back seat in her car seat which was good because it kept Ava and Chet separate so he coudn't pester his big sister. I was going down there to see Chris Rock perform because we're talking about working together (sorry Tracey and the rest of you who give me grief over my name-dropping but I've known Chris for over twenty years). I was excited about seeing in show and wanted to take A but who would watch the kids? I owe her one, big time.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. We arrived in AC in the late afternoon and our hotel, the Quality Bayside Hotel should have been called the "Low-Quality Bayside Hotel." If they ever do a remake of The Shining in Atlantic City they should film it there. Our low-ceilinged room reaked of something foul that was so much worse than mere mildew. It wasn't until we checked out the next day, however, that I put a finger on the notes of the bouquet under the damp smell: dried urine. If we weren't such a traveling circus we'd have asked for a different room but it was such an event just getting us there that A and I were too beat to fight.
Instead we all went right back out and drove to the boardwalk, parking at Trump's Taj Mahal and cutting through the casino to get to the boardwarlk and the steel pier amusement park. The park was as shabby as our hotel but pier amusement park's are supposed to be shabby so it was fun. Fun, that is, until my kids' envy and greed kicked in. Whenever they're in the presence of lots of cheap toys my little angels turn into devils. They become obsessed with acquiring everything they can, or at least to getting one more than their sibling. They began doing the same rides but then Chet wanted to try the Magic Slide, one of my favorites as a kid. After he slid down the rolling slide on an old piece of carpet Ava said she wanted to ride the bumper cars. Chet freaked, he desperately wanted to ride the bumper cars too. I told him he could but Ava would then get an extra treat. He agreed and when it was their turn they raced onto the track which was probably as old as I was. Chet's was one of the several cars that were broken so at the last minute he jumped into Ava's and had the gaul to insist on driving. Chaos ensued:

I love these little critters more than anything in the world but their endless compettion drives me nuts. This morning I put out two clementines for school snack. Chet was convinced that Ava's was bigger and started to complain. I just snatched them both up and put them back in the fridge.
To his credit, Chet then asked if it was ok, picked up two peaches and handed one to his big sister.
How do you all handle sibling rivalry?