I was in the bathroom, getting ready for work. Sally was in her small swing, the one we affectionately call "the bucket." She used to hate it, but now she's doing well with it in small doses. Sally very patiently tolerates almost everything--diaper changes, nose drops, Vitamin D drops, me picking boogers out of her nose, me trimming her nails by biting them--everything except for hats. She LOATHES hats. It's going to be a long winter.
So Sally was in her bucket being awake, alert, and interested in the world in a very mature, two-month-old kind of way. Walter came in to join us, playing a game where he brought me cards from his wallet. He decided to give Sally cards, too, by putting them in the swing with her. I am pretty on-edge when Walter interacts with Sally. Most of the time he's perfectly gentle and wonderful with her, but every now and then he's accidentally or intentionally rough. But I'm trying not to be too anxious about it, and I'm trying not to overcorrect him. So I kept an eye on them and continued to put my make up on. Walter gave Sally's swing a little, gentle rock. Then a less gentle rock. "Be gentle," I said.
And then I looked at Sally. She was grinning ear to ear, gazing adoringly at her big brother.
"You made her smile," I said. Walter was pleased. I'm pleased, too. I don't know much about siblings, but I have a feeling I witnessed the start of a beautiful sibling relationship today that will keep me on-edge for many, many years to come.
Happy birthdays, you two.
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| And then he read her a magazine. =) |
1 comment:
Your children are beautiful. Happy Twos to everyone...and a congratulations to Mom and Dad on these milestones. My brother still can make me laugh/smile even when it is the last thing I want to do. It is a very good thing indeed.
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