This will be quick, I just needed to write this down. It’s going to part of a series I’m putting together so that when the kids start clawing each others’ eyes out the next round, I’ll read this to them while they cry tears of joy and group hug the life out of each other. I’m calling it the make-up kit (as in make up from a fight, not eyeliner).
All this while, we’ve been teaching Tru that his most important responsibility as the big brother was to look out for his sister and protect her, among others like not sit on her or use her as a trampoline. Even though Kirsten didn’t seem like the sort who needed protecting, we’ve always told Tru that he’s bigger and manlier, therefore equipped to perform his big brotherly duties.
It’s a hard lesson for him because he’s the sensitive soul who’s often overshadowed by his warrior princess sister. Up to this point, Kirsten has proven to be completely fearless. She’s unfazed by (imaginary) giant octopuses or scary-looking uncles and she’ll even offer to protect her brother. Thing is, while I’m sure that she’s got the zest to put up a good fight, she’s small enough to be overpowered rather swiftly.
During a difficult nap session yesterday, I had to physically restrain baby girl to prevent her from climbing everywhere. It basically involves me holding her down in a minute-long strangle hug which was firm enough to prevent motion but not tight to the point of asphyxiation. She yelled like a banshee but her efforts to escape were futile.
6 seconds in, Tru turned to me and said “Mommy, stop, don’t strap mei mei. You strap Truett, then Truett will hug mommy and sleep.”
I couldn’t be more proud.