Sharing is cool

I think (and hope and pray) that Chebbles has turned a corner with her new-baby-itis. She no longer asks to be carried from location to location throughout the house. She's toned down the baby talk and has become exceedingly helpful where Baby V is concerned.

While Baby V played in the Jumparoo today, Chebbles dumped out our entire collection of baby toys, presenting them to her little sister one by one, and placing the teething toys in the freezer for her future use.

I also gently suggested to Chebbles that one day she may share a room with Baby V.

"Can we move her in NOW? Right NOW?" she asked.

I told her that Baby V isn't ready yet, because she still needs things throughout the night.

"I can get her things that she wants, Mama. I can get her a bottle if she is crying."

Oh man, that would be so SWEET! I could sleep and she'd be in there shoving the Born Free inserts into the bottles and measuring formula scoops in the middle of the night. (Note: Pain-in-ass bottle assembly is still easier than the futile shitstorm of breastfeeding.)

So she's feeling more comfortable with the new resident of our home. She adores Baby V, and likes to have private conversations with her. She is learning not to leave anything small on the floor now that Baby V rolls over and puts everything in her mouth, "because she could ssshhoke, Mama."

When we were at the zoo on Monday, Chebbles and I were pretending we were little ants, hiding in big pretend grass stalks and hoping people wouldn't step on us. We each found little places to hide from giant feet. And although Baby V was home with a sitter, Chebbles pointed out a little spot that would be just PERFECT for her little sister to hide from feet too, if it ever came to that.

See, she's kind like that. It's marvelous to watch this quality evolve in my former only child.