Basements and babies... I do have more going on than this, but these two things are the most tangible at the moment. Although both of them involve this very active, participatory WAITING that gets old after a while. They are neither things that I myself am actively doing - more things that I have close oversight of.
We are well prepped for the birth - bags packed, family ready, friends will take the dogs, it's all good. WeeE has been 'helping' - below she shows off how eager she is to share her first "bunk bed" with her sister. Already she illustrates the downside to having the top bunk: getting kicked in the arse by the lower bunk mate. Yes, of course she fully intends to sleep in there, in this tiny space, with a pillow, a blanket, two lovies and a massive stuffed hippo named Boo. The hippo was my fault. In an attempt to get her OUT of there, I tried to bribe her to her room by pointing out that Boo was too big to fit and would be lonely if she did not go to bed. Out she popped, retrieved the massive stuffed hippo, and smushed them all in there together. Mommies are just not creative enough, I suppose.
I can't be angry. I want her to love being tiny and finding little caves to play in. I love the joy of 2 year olds, the happy hugs, bed jumping, giggles, and splashes. I just can't yet sort out how the new child will ever get any sleep.
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