Our darling "spirited" child, Sawyer seems to be maturing a bit. She is getting pretty effective with her communication skills (unless you're new to her and then she will talk nonsense using proper tone and inflection) and seems to be listening to adults and getting along with others. She is even starting to take an interest in her brother that does not involve punching, pushing or pinching. She often wants to hold him, sing him a "wuwwabye" (lullabye) or even just "pway wiss baby boy" (play with baby boy). When she plays, she continues to be a bit rough and I am always commenting to her that she is like a "bull in a china shop" to which she pays no attention.
Yesterday while spirited Sawyer "pwayed" with my little Prince Eamon, she decided that he was the bully. He was rolling around and attempting to commando crawl in this play session with his big sister. He clearly thinks it is fun to play with Sawyer and is a pretty solid little guy, so I can let them play in a somewhat physical manner, ie..tickling, patty cake, etc. That is, until my blushing flower of a little girl decided that big, bad Eamon was being a bully. Her comment was priceless, "Mommy, that baby is besin' mean to me. That mean baby is kickin' me!" Well Sawyer, that baby is 7 months old, has no ability to plan an attack on you and can barely get around. I think she really believes that the baby is cooking something up, and that he is actually able to hurt her in some way. Awesome.
The good news is that the kids are at an age where they are starting to enjoy eachother. Eamon loves both of his sisters. Both of the sisters enjoy playing with their baby brother. Sawyer would follow Madeline off the edge of a cliff if it meant one more minute of playing Barbies, and if I give Madeline $1, she'll take Sawyer upstairs and "watch" her for a while so that I can get something done. Aaaahhhh.
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