I really didn't think I would have to deal with this stuff yet.
My daughter is barely two. She's been two for two months. That is all.
Yet I am already dealing with sibling irritation.
On Saturday I ran upstairs to grab something and heard Abby screaming from the living room.
I run downstairs to hear, "Mooooom! Jack's touching my socks!"
Really? A six-month old is touching your feet.
This leads to me battling practicality. My two-year old does not have any sense of reason. She doesn't care that Jack is an infant. She simply cares that her feet are being infringed upon. She wants her personal space.
Jack pretty much reaches and grabs for anything and he is quite resourceful and innovating when it comes to getting from Point A to Point B. I envision Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible making his way through the lasers. Jack uses a multitude of moves to get to Abby's coloring desk, M&Ms, her Jessie doll, etc.
I thought I had at least a year before I would deal with the pesky little brother thing. Alas, it is already upon me.
Also upon me is my daughter's defiance.
We were sitting at the table eating and she took her fork and started hitting the table forcefully with the metal side.
I told her, "Abby, no!"
She looked at me coyly and then began tapping ever-so-lightly on the table with the fork.
I said, "Abby, I said no."
She responds (as she is still lightly tapping), "I'm not doing it."