Young Toddler Love: Sibling SimilaritiesSelena Mills
It was a full weekend. Today I am bone tired and there just isn’t enough coffee.
It’s the kind of delicious, rewarding tired wherein I look outside and a slow tingle of excitement creeps across my skin at the thought of all the delectable vegetable we’ll get to harvest.
Berries my kids will get to pick off of the bushes in the backyard.
Mud-pies they’ll make while helping me dig out carrots and potatoes.
Throughout this dreaming I am reminded of how close my little ones are getting. (Less fighting, more playing.) How much they look alike and mimic each-others actions.
I’ve spoken before about my girl’s love for all things dolly. Lately (as well as the dollies), she has been loving soccer and footballs. Soccer, I think because her bro plays soccer every Saturday and football, because it’s a small cute ball. Perfect size for her to grasp and hug to her chest.
She’s taken to sleeping with her football. (And dollies.) She needs to cover up the football with a face-cloth, just as she does her babies. (Face-cloth = baby blankie.)
Wyndham wants to sleep with a doll and asked for a stroller for his birthday. Which isn’t until November, but he’s sure it’s happening soon no matter how often we tell him it’s a while off yet, so.
Abby wants to wear her brother’s shoes over her own lately, and will engage in a good old toddler throw-down-kick-flail-wail- fest (you like?) when she has to wear shoes that actually fit her feet.
Wyndham wants to wear her dresses.
Just kidding! (But if he did? I’d let him.)
All in in all – I’d say things are going grand, even if all of a sudden my boy has now decided he hates soccer. Booooo soccer.
Meh. Kid’s only 3. Next week he’ll probably love it again. If not, Abby can sub in for him and I’ll just bring a few thick pairs of cotton socks so she can wear his cleats while she’s at it.
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