When I was throwing a load of laundry in the machine the other day, Abbey came downstairs practically in tears. When I asked her if she was ok, she replied in frustration, "Mommy, Dylan won't listen to me! I want him to put the food in the cart, and he won't listen." Well, now she knows how Ryan and I feel, right?
And so goes the story of a big sister and little brother figuring out how to play together. When Dylan first came home, she went back and forth between loving on him and ignoring him; she recently went through a phase where she made it her mission to push him off of any toy he managed to get into his little hands. Now, she's decided (most days at least) that she wants him to be able to play with her.
For the most part, that involves them laughing at each other, since he's too young to really "play" with most of her toys. She gets excited about the silliest things; at bedtime tonight, he was standing and holding onto the side of the bathtub, and she couldn't stop laughing. On his end, he find every single thing she does enchanting and beyond hilarious. He could laugh at her all day.
And I could watch them in that silly state the rest of my life.
"Mommy, I will wear my big sister hat to the park. Put on Dylan's little brother hat. Please."
oh, and it definitely was not raining
asserting his independence and ripping it off immediately
poor little bald guy needs a hat and despises them
after a nap, he was more amenable to wearing the hat
she is so happy he is able to swing with her
he likes swinging so much and holds on like a pro
(even though I only push him about three inches in either direction)
kicking off the rain boots
watching Abbey go "higher, Mommy, higher!"
Oh, the sibling stuff only gets better. That is loosely defined by the way: "better." We're in the wrestling and tattling and competition stage. Grand.
ReplyDeleteOh tattling. I am going to have a hard time with tattling.
ReplyDeleteMy kids are the same way! It's a love/hate relationship between the two of them. I love seeing them interact with one another.
ReplyDeleteI must further warn you, Disneyland was wonderful once you get on a ride or the kids see a character. It's the standing in line and getting to and fro that's a killer. Let's not forget to constantly remind those that are potty trained to go to the bathroom prior to standing in line. Not good when you're in the middle of the line and or near the front of the line.
Such a give and take with Disney! Endless struggles about having to go potty and walking vs. riding in the stroller and please don't poke your brother, but then there are their little faces that get so excited about such small things. I can't imagine what would happen if my daughter saw her beloved Princesses in person. The world might explode with happiness.
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