Someone really missed his sister. After the Mister arrived home and I'd kissed him three thousand times, he took a nice long nap. When he woke up, we went to get baby sister up from her nap. I think he'd forgotten about her. Because when we walked to her crib and I lifted him high up to peer inside, his little face broke out into a big, surprised grin and he squealed, lunging out of my arms with his own chubby little arms reaching down toward baby V. "Beh-beh! Beh-beh!"
He crawled into her chair and they got reacquainted. Oh, how I love to see this interaction. I still have so many guilty mommy feelings about the one-to-two child transition. I don't like to dwell on it and try not to even mention it, but it's something I just can't shake. Guilt that A doesn't get my full attention all day, every day, and often has to wait to eat/play outside/do whatever it he reallllly wants to do right this second because Miss V is feeding. Guilt that V doesn't get my full attention all day, every day, and is often stuck in the Bjorn to bop around the park when she'd really prefer to be snuggled into her mama on the couch for a long and quiet nap. Just a whole lotta guilt that I can't be the "perfect mom" and give them BOTH 100% of what they need, every time they need it. (And consequently raise a couple of insufferably self centered, spoiled rotten children, right? Right.)
Then, when I experience these moments where I can feel the sweet little relationship blooming between my two sweet littles ... well, I forget all about that silly guilt. There's too much hope and pride and heart squeezing happiness to leave any room for it.
Since Blogger often seems to be video-challenged, I uploaded it to YouTube for those who can't see it. Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3oK0lQnytc