Our youngest one comes with the most sass. She knows what she wants and gets away with SO much more. She's cute and she knows how to work it to her advantage. She decided she was going to stay in her PJs all day long, and she did. It's a "new" pretty pink Pokemon set that belonged to her sister. She adores it and would probably have worn it to bed again if we didn't put our foot down.
One of the most understated joys of having four (or more) children must be the incredible sibling dynamics that are constantly shifting and evolving. There is such a fierce love that exists between them. We love watching our older children teach their younger siblings, whether through creating simple worksheets for them, reading to them, or sagely advising them on how to manage annoying siblings.
Big girl, to her little sister: If you trust yourself, you will know what he said is not true, and then you can just ignore him.
Our littlies learn so much from being around the older ones. The little man and I have been working on letters and numbers together and our little lady as a result has learned to write the letter "H", by quite literally grabbing my hand and insisting I guide her in writing too. At the tender age of 2 years and 4 months, she is the earliest of our four to turn her chicken scratchings into meaningful writing. She loves scrawling little Hs all over the driveway in colourful chalk.
But then there are also the glorious fights and the awful contagion of poop talk (our little lady now addresses her nearest and dearest with a dignified "butt butt" at the end of their name. I am "mummy-butt-butt") that bring us back down to Earth!
It has been an eventful week. I'm very glad to be done with birthdays for the year, save for the husband's later this year. Thank goodness birthdays only come around once a year.
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