Adjusting to life with a 21 month old little boy and a newborn has its ups and downs. One second my toddler is sweetly sharing his toys with his newborn sister and the next he is pushing said toy into her mouth because he thinks she wants to chew on it like he does - little does he know that she has no idea how to do something so advanced as chew.
One minute he is holding her - with my arms around her as well of course - telling me how small her fingers are and pointing out her chin, cheeks, elbows, belly, and nose, and the next minute he is squeezing her fingers so tightly that she cries. One minute he is playing beautifully and she is happy as a lark watching him play and the next minute he is pulling my shirt asking to "hold you" desperately wanting my complete attention. It is crazy! Although the temptation to get angry at my little guy and scream "pull yourself together!!", I try to remember that his emotions are under a lot of stress. One person told me that it would be akin to the feeling of your husband telling you that he married a younger and prettier woman...but he still loves you. Wow! I can't even imagine!
So while I am still training and discipling my little guy to obey and play nicely, I also try to give more grace to the poor little guy. I'm so thankful that in general Gus is a very loving and sweet brother to Emmy but I was a little unprepared for all the melt-downs from him. I knew the transition would have its challenges, but I thought the challenges would be a bit different than this.
Here's to our new normal!
I'm Michelle. Wife to a dashing servant-hearted man, mother to two under two, and making our 900 square foot house our home.