Monday, November 19, 2007

Turn, Turn, Turn

The tables have definitely turned. When Bitty Girl was born, and for about the first 16 months of her life, I spent countless hours trying to protect her from her brother. The Boy has always been a physical kid, and he loved her from the start--always very interested in touching her, wanting to hold her and play with her. There have been some "drive-by kickings," as one friend put it, but most of the time his intentions are honorable, if just a little too rough.

As she's grown and formed her own opinions about being poked and prodded and developed the perfect "screech of protest," she's picked up a few tricks of her own.

These days, it's more common to hear his muffled laughter and look over to see her completely smothering him with her never-ending hug. Or he's crying because she inadvertently whacked him with a toy or stepped on his head. And when she hurts him, she seems like Miss No-Short-Term-Memory, with a little smile, like she has absolutely no idea why he's crying. But since he's upset, she has to give him a hug and repeat the smothering. This usually makes us all laugh, thankfully.

No comments: