I don't like it when people operate under a false sense of urgency.
...like Her Nibs when she lost the orange crayon that came with her kids menu. Never mind that she had somehow acquired two 3-packs of crayons so she still had more than most. She couldn't eat without it. (She wasn't even coloring. She was just playing with the crayons. Just playing with 2 of the 6 crayons. But she needed the orange one.)
...or like me when Her Nibs is brushing her teeth, or using the bathroom, or getting dressed or doing just about anything... I always feel like she should be doing it faster.
I was hoping to do a product placement post for Breast Flow bottles. I heard that babies who only breast feed and refuse bottles totally dig this double-layer nipple. The Boy did take 2 ounces from it, but not a full meal. That's more than he'll take from a regular bottle, so I give it my It-will-buy-you-time-in-a-pinch (and possibly a brief date) Endorsement.
We started laying The Boy down for bed while he is still awake. He's such a pro. (With Her Nibs, we both cried it out... me and Her Nibs, not Turtar.) The Boy talked a bit, moved a bit, and finally dozed off. And he's starting to grow some hair! (not related, I know, but I'm just so proud!)
Her Nibs is acting overtly jealous of The Boy more and more often.
- I try to emphasize that sometimes I take care of her, sometimes I take care of him, sometimes I take care of Daddy, and sometimes I even take care of me. I'll say "it will be your turn next" or "it's The Boy's turn right now." She said "Why are his turns always the longest?"
- When we were having dinner, we set The Boy in his car seat on the floor in the corner of the room. Once, just once, Turtar looked at him and said something to him. Her Nibs said, "I guess you love him the best."
- She's also regressing a little, like she wants to be waited on hand and foot the way The Boy is. She wants me to dress her, put on her socks and shoes, and sit with her in the bathroom (preferably reading to her), and even brush her teeth. This totally reminds me of the episode of 30 Rock where Liz Lemon gave both her star actors fake awards to appease their aching egos. If only Her Nibs could see that I am already waiting on her constantly! The upside is she's giving some of her choices back to me, so I can choose her outfit sometimes.
- I was singing a simple lovey song to The Boy, so Her Nibs wanted me to write on for her, too. That's been pretty fun. I borrowed the tune from "Mister Sun"...
- But my favorite was a few days ago when she came to me and said "Mom, I need your attention!" That day, we made nearly a dozen origami butterflies (partially in preparation for her butterfly birthday party coming up), played Groovy Girls and playdough, and something else, I think. I know I felt like I gave her lots of attention.
