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As Long as The Biting Stops by Then

Quinn has started biting Saoirse.  I know it’s wrong, and I make sure she knows it’s wrong (as much as you can with a someone who’s only been on the planet a year and a half) but it usually happens when Saoirse has tried to take a toy away from her, or bullies her once again, and quite honestly, I kind of can’t blame Quinn.  Between you and me, part of me is like, good for you kid, for sticking up for yourself.  But then I see Saoirse’s genuine surprise, and the tears of pain in her eyes, and the itty-bitty marks in her arm (or shoulder, or thigh–it’s happened three times so far) that look like she got in the way of a baby shark, and then I feel awful. Sisters.  They steal each other’s toys.  They tattle on each other.  They scream in frustration and hip-check each other with such force that I’m thinking ice hockey may be in their future.  They shove each other out of the way for attention from a parent, and weep in despair…

Yeah, About That

I was cleaning up some dishes, getting ready to finish dinner.  It’d been a glorious, brilliant fall day–like something out of a movie, with a clear blue sky and leaves crumbling underfoot and the smell of someone’s fireplace in the air.  I’d just come in with the girls, where we’d been outside, pushing them on their swings in the backyard.  They were playing together (together!) with some cars and books in the living room, quietly, contentedly. “Hey, Saoirse,” I said, suddenly curious. “Yes, Mom?” “What do you like to do most in the world?  What’s your favorite thing?” “Swinging!” No surprise, there.  I smiled at the two, sitting side by side, rolling the cars around the coffee table. “What’s your least favorite thing?  What do you not like doing at all?” “Sharing.” I looked a little more closely.  Saoirse had taken Quinn’s toy and replaced it with one of her own.  Another moment later would find her throwing a train across the room and hip-checking her little sister away from the…