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Oh, Just a Little Offspring Pigeonholing

You know what I just realized? Each of our kids has a different walk. Saoirse steps methodically. She plants each foot with purpose (i.e., so LOUD), walks in a straight line, goes from point A to point B as directly as possible. There’s no dilly-dallying with this kid, no bs-ing. She gets right to it. You already know that she’s the first-born child of the family, but if you didn’t, that walk wouldn’t hide any secrets. Quinlan, the middle child, skips. I’m serious. She doesn’t walk. She skips, out of bed, through the house, runs out of school. She skips to see us in the morning, from the dinner table, to the bathroom, and then back out of the bathroom. I don’t know what magical dream plays on repeat in that child’s head, but I want to be a part of it. And then there’s Cian, the baby, the one who crawled at eight months but didn’t get around to walking until eighteen. He runs now, of course, and it’s still so cute to…

What Love Has to Do with It

Birth order is a funny thing, isn’t it?  Saoirse is such a chill little girl–smart but sensitive, happy yet thoughtful.  And now–now–she has this little (well, not so little) sister tagging along wherever she goes, active and rambunctious and mischievous and affectionate, and sososoSO in love with her big sister she doesn’t want her out of her sight.   It’s like the kid’s a human backpack, and Saoirse’s on the hike of a lifetime. As soon as she wakes in the morning, Quinn calls out,  “Hi, Mommy!  Hi, Daddy!”  But when you walk into her room to get her out of her crib, the story changes:  “Where’s Shir-sha?  I wan’ Shir-sha.” Whatever Saoirse is playing with, Quinn wants, even if that means Saoirse can’t  play with it anymore because Quinn has picked up the toy and gone running out of the room with it. In her car seat, she peeks over to her sister just to see if she can make her giggle.  She hugs her.  She kisses her.  She smacks her in the…