Rosie's climbing stairs, cruising between the sofa and the very pointy-cornered coffee table, and trying to pull up on everything from the cat to random strangers' legs at the library. This baby took her sweet time deciding to move, so we're relieved to see her motor around--and, hey, if she makes some new friends while doing it, all the better.
The unexpected fall out is that Buzzy is jealous now, over a year after Rosie hit the scene. None of her projects are safe, and Rosie needs more attention to avoid injury (see, e.g., climbing stairs; the very pointy-cornered coffee table). Sometimes, Buzzy plays the baby--complete with potty accidents and acting 'naughty', then pleading, "But, Mama, I'm just a baby and don't know better!" Other times, when I have to tell her 'no', Buzzy morphs into a teenager. She slams her bedroom door and yells, "I don't want to hear any more. Just stop!" I am shocked at the ferocity of her three year old temper. Of course, we are trying to curb her tantrums, but she has me fearing for the teen years already.
In the meantime, comic relief abounds between the storms. Somewhere, Buzzy picked up the phrase, "It's not fair." She uses it whenever she doesn't like something. "Mommy, it's not fair that we're having tomatoes at dinner." "Mommy, it's not fair that I have to get dressed." "It's not fair that it's raining." Life isn't fair a lot when you're three. Especially when you don't have strong grip on the meaning of the phrase.
Luckily, most of the time, Buzzy tries hard to be a good big sister. In fact, she'd like me to let her feed, dress and bathe the baby. ("It's not fair" that I don't--but, in these parts, mis-matched three year olds get indulgent smiles, but mis-matched babies just have lazy mothers.)
One task she does take seriously is accompanying Rosie up the stairs. Buzzy likes to crawl up a few steps ahead of her, glancing backwards to make sure Rosie is following. She calls it "assisting" her sister, but she pronounces it "resist."
"Mommy, can I resist the baby?" Freudian slip or three-year-old vocabulary mix up?
Personally, I can't resist either one of them--but I'm keeping a close eye on both.
This is Granddaddy writing on Grandmommy's (or Sito's, in this case) computer, since I'm not on Facebook. How cute Buzzy is watching out for her little sister Rosie. Any little three year old who can ask these kinds of questions is destined for the Washington Press Corps and national (maybe worldwide) fame on one of the myrid television programs emanating therefrom. Soon Buzzy--and the last I heard she had adopted the nun de plume Grettle--will start asking even harder questions, probably much earlier than when she "morphs" into a teenager. And all the time Rosie will be taking notes, learning what works and what doesn't. Hell may never freeze over but two little know it alls, sweet as they are, can create hell on earth.
ReplyDeletelove hearing about the little life moments...it's amazing how you think you'll never forget, but that is sadly not the case!
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