Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Notre Dame may have become a corrupt institution (I don't know, I'm not making any accusations, I'm just saying it's possible). And the football team may be contributing to a sort of moral bankruptcy (I don't know, I'm not making any accusations, I'm just saying it's possible). But doesn't Maia do a great job of singing the Fight Song? The above is not her usual version; I think she just got excited in front of the camera and wanted to be a little bit more creative.
Eva's still nursing, although infrequently, and I am a little worried about her adjustment to being a big sister. If the beginning of the summer was marked by Maia and Eva playing joyfully together, the end of the summer has been marked by Maia and Eva fighting endlessly. Eva in particular finally picked up on all the mean things Maia would do to her. In the shopping cart at Costco today, Eva was pulling Maia's hair and hitting her (for no reason, I might add). Then a couple of days ago she was jumping on the mini-trampoline in the basement (while I was on the treadmill) and shouting "Stupid Maia! Stupid Maia! Stupid Maia!" Maia told me it hurt her feelings, but when I asked her where Eva might have learned to call people stupid, she knew it was from her. But Maia still insisted (probably rightly) that I ask Eva to stop.
Eva seems to be eager to expand this treatment of her big sister to her little brother. A few nights ago, when I was doing some bedtime reading, she playfully bit my belly and yelled, "I bite baby Patrick!!!" So he's not even born, and she's already biting him.
Well, that might not keep up. Just a few days ago, Maia decided (obviously without our permission) to "let Eva know how it feels," and she bit Eva's forearm, where there is still a bruise. That put an abrupt end to Eva's time-out and put Maia in the time-out chair instead. (Thank goodness Maia is now back at pre-school. I think they'll be getting along better now.) And, actually, I don't think Eva has bitten Maia since.
But I've been thinking how it's really a funny thing with child spacing... I probably would have liked my first two a bit closer together, but with the doctoral studies (and accompanying financial hardship) it would not have been prudent. My mom (who was the fourth of four born in four years' time), has always talked about each kid getting their own "babyhood." Maia definitely got that. But, actually, so did Eva. She's not a baby anymore. She's potty-trained, she's extremely verbal, she's very social, very active, very coordinated, and so on. It's hard to know what your older kid will be like nine months from when you conceive. One thing that's clear is that they'll be nine months farther from babyhood, and that's a good thing to remember.
Really, doesn't Eva look old in these pictures?
The only guests we didn't enjoy were those pesky lice. And I'm sorry to say that we shared the lice with at least one round of our guests. They were good sports about it, and have been making jokes ever since. Anyway, after two separate instances of fighting off the lice, they seem to have been banished... for now. As to where we got them, our best guess is Ikea, where we spent a rainy day trying out the kids' toys and Maia playing in the ball pit.
From this side of the episode, it doesn't seem like such a big deal. I'm just glad it's over. But I prefer invited guests.