I know that much of my blog has been devoted to my firstborn and his exploits, but it’s been harder to concentrate on his awesomeness recently.
His baby sister is settling into life, now that she’s past the six-week mark (almost twelve pounds now!), but she still takes up lots of time, and she is the reason we are so often shushing him, warning him, asking him to be careful, gentle, etc. etc. (Well, not quite – there are other reasons he needs to be careful, but he knows those already. The new reasons compound the old ones.)
I feel bad, because it seems like we’re constantly on his case – and I’m sure it seems that way to him, too. That would, I assume, be why he has taken to pounding on couch cushions (which we encourage as an expression of frustration), hitting Mummy or Daddy (which we discourage), and screaming “NOOOOOOO!!!” at the top of his lungs (which just gets him more shushing and usually removal from the room).
He’s not like that every moment, of course – we have lots of good times, but even then, there are so many things to do that he doesn’t get nearly as much undivided attention as I wish I could give him. In fact, “undivided” has pretty much fallen off the boat of possibilities, at least where Mummy is concerned.
Except when we’ve gone out. Yesterday and today I took him with me on short errands while A was napping and Daddy was home, and it was really fun. (Takes twice as long, of course, but whatever.) He was so good, and so cute – and when I’m out in the big world, without his relatively tiny sister along, I remember how little he still is, in the grand scheme of things.
Yesterday we went to get gifts for our midwives (discharge visit was today, *sniff*) at an eclectic international gift-type shop, and E was very well-behaved. He looked at all the stuff at his eye-level – a fascinating array of scarves, belly rings, and sculptures – and he carried his pony around and saw what it looked like atop the head of each Hindu god (Ganesh was definitely there, but I couldn’t remember whether the other guy was Shiva or Vishnu – it’s been a long time since my Hindu art and culture course). He noted which ones were happy and which were sad – and which had curly hair.
Today, we went to the drug store. Even though I had to tell him approximately seventeen times, “No, we’re not buying that,” it was still fun. Partly because he kept mistaking things for other things, and partly because he kept wanting to get presents for his sister.
This last one made me kinda proud. I explained to E that these were not carrots, but he rebutted with the information that they were round and orange, just like the carrots he eats. Can’t deny he’s right.
The best part was as I was checking out – we had to wait a few extra minutes for my photos to be printed, and I realized E was hanging around by the automatic exit door. I asked if he was okay, and he said, “Yeah. I’m the operator, opening the door.” I watched him, and sure enough, he would step in front of the door to make it slide open each time someone approached. Such an enterprising chap.