Kidrific
If child number 1 had been born 50 years ago, he's have been beaten daily to break his spirit. He needed to be born to good-natured very stubborn people who could go head-to-head with him on a daily basis without resenting him and getting angry. Or peace-loving idealistic types who'd gently shape his behavior by their own good example? (You scoff, but I've met some people that actually seem to be able to do this.) Despite our constant power struggles and the sadness that accompanies them, I seem to love him more every day.
Child number two is delightful, but under-appreciated. Classic middle child; I'll have to work hard not to take her for granted! I must remember she'll only be three once.
Child number three makes me want to pick him up and squeeze him. I do, and fortunately he loves this. He's been blowing raspberries for about two weeks, scooting around on his tummy for about a week, and today he tried to pick a sunbeam up off the floor. He's almost 7 months.
Like all babies, shoes, paper, power cords, and lint are his favorites. James is very good about spotting him with something he shouldn't have. He chirps "not for Teddy!" while he offers a replacement.
Teddy is starting to show early signs of separation anxiety. He watches me carefully to see if I'm going to leave his sight, then he complains just enough to make me stick my head back in the room to look at him. Then he gives me the "aren't you going to take me with you?" look. (A classic. I still remember James's.) The difference is subtle, but it's definitely distinct from the "come pick me up I'm sad" look.
Bedtime. Nighttime is not this hard for all parents. Which is why the human race has continued these many years..
Child number two is delightful, but under-appreciated. Classic middle child; I'll have to work hard not to take her for granted! I must remember she'll only be three once.
Child number three makes me want to pick him up and squeeze him. I do, and fortunately he loves this. He's been blowing raspberries for about two weeks, scooting around on his tummy for about a week, and today he tried to pick a sunbeam up off the floor. He's almost 7 months.
Like all babies, shoes, paper, power cords, and lint are his favorites. James is very good about spotting him with something he shouldn't have. He chirps "not for Teddy!" while he offers a replacement.
Teddy is starting to show early signs of separation anxiety. He watches me carefully to see if I'm going to leave his sight, then he complains just enough to make me stick my head back in the room to look at him. Then he gives me the "aren't you going to take me with you?" look. (A classic. I still remember James's.) The difference is subtle, but it's definitely distinct from the "come pick me up I'm sad" look.
Bedtime. Nighttime is not this hard for all parents. Which is why the human race has continued these many years..