Also known as a three week old baby. Yesterday and today Tigerboy has only been happy feeding himself into stuffed sleep, powernapping for a few minutes, then declaring himself ravenous and starting the cycle again. Which is all well and good for him, but a bit wearing for me, and not brilliant for the rest of the family either.
Smallest is reacting by pushing every boundary going. She’s throwing things, hitting ppl, bouncing around shouting loud nonsense syllables and generally being extremely two.
Small has stepped up to the plate brilliantly. When she manages to attract his attention, which granted can be rather hard to do, he’s read to her, played with her, shared his ds – I’ve been impressed. But there is only so much he can do, and it doesn’t include keeping up with the washing.
And as for me? I’m trying to remember that this passes so quickly. That I will never be here again with a small dependent child. That baby hugs are fleeting and all too soon children aim towards independence and leave you behind. That baby snuggles need to be cherished, each and every one of them.
But I still cried when I lost at wwf again. Sometimes it really is the most irrelevant straws that do your camel in.