Little Mommy

Anja is turning into quite the little mommy. She is absorbing things at a rate that is even alarming to someone like me who has studied the rate at which children learn. Luckily, she usually uses that knowledge for good, not evil. She is still very much into helping with Ian. She's getting much better at holding him and can now feed him a bottle, complete with a request for me to put a burp cloth on her shoulder (which she actually uses to wipe his chin if/when he dribbles some milk). If I hold him, she'll even successfully burp him and lectures Dan about the appropriate method for doing so! (She firmly believes you should utilize a flat hand, not knuckles.) She's definitely the proud big sister and will defend Ian if one of the other kids at daycare gets too close when I'm dropping her off. I love how helpful she is! Well, until she decided yesterday that she was going to help me nurse Ian, too. I'll leave it at that so I don't have to post a disclaimer on this blog.

But sometimes, just sometimes (ok, more like daily!), she'll use her sponge-like-absorbing-ness for other purposes. As a toddler, we often give her 2 choices for things, like sitting with us at the dinner table even if she claims she doesn't want to eat or going in time out. It has now come back to haunt us.

Anja: Daddy, play catch wit me!

Dan: Not right now, Anja. Maybe later.

Anja: Daddy, play catch wit me or go in time out. Which one you want to do?

Oh dear.