Oh, what a fun day we had yesterday! My husband, Maeve, and I visited our friends who live about an hour away. They have a 10-year old, a 2-year old, and a 2-month old. What a life! My hat is off to them everyday, especially the Mama. It helps, of course, that their kids are awesome and they are fantastic parents.
Maeve loves watching and playing with their two-year old, Tess. Tess loves Spiderman, rainbows, babies, Pokemon, and shrieking. She makes noises at pitches that only other toddlers, dogs, and opera singers can hear. Tess isn't throwing fits when she shrieks, she just gets... excited. Life is her carnival ride, and she's throwing her hands up and enjoying the thrills.
Maeve, on the other hand, although she would follow Tess to the ends of the Earth, does not love the shrieking. Every time Tess let out a joyous banshee wail yesterday, Maeve's face would crumple into despair and tears. It got to be a vicious cycle: the more Tess' Mama said "Shhh, sweetie, you're scaring the baby, you have to be quieter", the more Tess would scream and the more Maeve cried.
Baby M, their two-month old son, slept through all of this in a baby swing that Maeve had refused to spend any time in before we passed it on. He slept all morning. If Maeve had been anything like that, I would be pregnant again. But I'm not, 'cuz she wasn't.
I know that soon enough, Maeve will be a toddler, too, chasing after big girl Tess and shrieking like a teakettle herself. I just hope Tess has the patience to play with her when she does. And that I can get myself some earplugs.
|Best friends... until the shrieking starts!|