Twice the Love

I love having two kids! I love that they adore each other. I love that they play together every day and have their own rhythm that needs no assistance from anyone. My favorite is hearing them laugh together - melts my heart! And PBug is over the moon about having a bath time buddy!

PBug is such an attentive big sister in every way, and Little Man adores her. When I tell him it's time to get PBug from school he runs to the front door, tries to open it, and says "Sis! Sis!" When I tell her that he does that, she showers him with affection.

Another thing I love about having two kids is how fascinatingly different they are. They both came from the exact same place, but they couldn't be more different. Having Little Man here makes me remember so many things about PBug from four years ago that I haven't thought about in so long. I'm in constant awe of how opposite they seem!

She likes to build things and put things together; he likes to knock things down and take things apart. And throw things. A lot.

She would sit and look at books or play in her room for an hour at a time; I'm head-over-heels excited if he can find something to occupy himself with for three minutes that doesn't involve following me around crying or clinging to my leg.

She ate like it was going out of style; he throws every fourth bite across the room because he can't go longer than that without throwing something. We laugh a lot at dinner!

This year PBug was a farmer for Halloween (because that's what she wants to be when she grows up) and Little Man was a cow (because we happened to have a hand-me-down cow costume in his closet). It was his first time trick-or-treating (kinda not really, since he didn't even get any candy) and she took him by the hand and led the way. She was so excited for him and so proud to show him off to the neighbors. I marveled at what a great big sister she is.

I love how excited PBug gets for Little Man when he experiences new things. It reminds me of how excited Spud and I were when she was that little and she did new things. It's kind of sad, but we didn't get nearly as excited about his first mustard-seed poop or the loss of his umbilical cord stub as we did for her. But I'm happy for him that he has a big sister there rooting him on when his parents are indifferent.

His first time eating dirt!

His first time licking the cat!

His first time pooping in the tub!

So often I hear "Mom, Little Man just fill-in-the-blanked for his FIRST TIME!"

What a great big sister, and what a lucky little boy to have her. What a lucky mom I am to have them both!