Archive for the ‘sibling love’ Tag
November 12 2010
As a continuation of sorts on Tuesday’s post, growing up with 2 older brothers not only influences fashion choices and toy preferences, but it also skews your humor. For instance, she finds little more amusing than bathroom quips and bodily functions. It’s a certain subset of comedy that my husband has labeled ‘guy funny’. Because nothing’s funnier than a good poop joke, right?
I can’t even get away from it when they’re playing with toys. In a rare show of commonality, all 3 of my kids love their Magna Doodle, one of our simpler toys that apparently transcends age. My oldest likes to practice writing phrases on it while my 4 year old draws faces. Then there’s Abby, who I can count on handing it to me at least once a day, demanding “ABC’s!”.
Now, ABC’s is code for just draw something, anything, but no, not that. Where she has been content to keep at toddler swirls and frantic lines, her skill is recently flourishing. In another sign of growing and learning, her scribbles are beginning to take shape. Still nonsense, but a more precise, intelligent, version. Well, somewhat intelligent.
“ABC’s!”, Abby said, turning her Magna Doodle around so I could see.
“That’s really good!”, I remarked honestly. “But what does it say?”
After looking down at her series of quasi-letters for a second, she glances up with a smirk to reply, “Mommy poop!”. Before she bursts into laughter.
That’s right, people, nonstop comedy gold around these parts. Because nothing’s funnier than a good poop joke.
August 11 2010
Abby had her 2 year well-child doctor visit this past Monday, which is also the day we registered my oldest for school, which is a huge fail in parenting in itself but hopefully all works out in the end. Really, I don’t even want to go there.
Before we registered him, though, my daughter had her appointment of torture where she was poked and prodded and not having any of it. She screamed like only she can do, filling the entire office area. The boys came along and they initially sat contently and watched in fascination, fortunate in the knowledge that it wasn’t for them. In fact, when the doctor walked in, Jedi quickly piped up and declared, “Only Abby’s getting a shot today”.
To which she did. A single vaccination.
Upon witness of the nurse carrying that one syringe into the room, though, both of the boys cowered. Buzz hid completely under their desk while Jedi scrunched himself into a defensive ball, like a roly poly. It’s amazing the trauma and fear a needle can project.
When Abby cried, Jedi flinched but Buzz cried real tears with her. She hollered for good reason, but so did Buzz. She was fine almost immediately after, while it took plenty of coaxing to pry him out of hiding. Leave it to her brother to steal her thunder. From the look of it as we finally left the room, it would appear he was the one who had the rough morning.
Her brothers felt her pain, dramatic movie of the week style, and it hurt. Though nothing a cherry-flavored sucker and handful of stickers couldn’t fix.
May 26 2010
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Abby is a tough little girl. I suppose growing up with two older brothers who aren’t really that much older and still like to drag you along will cause your skin to thicken. She can tumble with the best of them.
She is also very strong-willed, which is a very nice way to say stubborn. She is as stubborn as the sun. Everything is to be done her way or not at all, lest we all hear about it in a very high-pitched fashion.
For the most part, though, she loves to play with her brothers. She usually prefers Buzz to Jedi, but that’s because Jedi is stubborn, too. And bossy. And he complains a lot. And gets upset easily. Buzz is more pliable, but is also more prone to inadvertently hurt her.
Which is how it was going the other day when Jedi and Abby were playing together, and I use that term loosely. He was telling her what to do and she was doing it her way instead. When he decided that he didn’t want to participate anymore. She, however, failed to receive the memo and continued getting in his way. He tried to move her and she’d scratch him. I reprimanded him for pushing her and I reprimanded her for hurting him. It was persistent as Jedi began to whine, irked tears welling in his eyes, feet stomping, vexed beyond measure.
That’s when he turns to me and decries, “This is why we shouldn’t have a toddler!”.
I'm Crystal. A 30-something mom to 3 young kids living in the Midwest USA. When I'm not chasing my children, I'm a freelance writer and web designer. I like to tell stories from our days and share what we enjoy...
