Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
A will do anything for Z
I don't know if I've mentioned it before on my blog, but Baby A likes having her diaper changed about as much as Rod Blagojevich likes having his phone calls recorded. She squirms and squeals and I have to resort to pacifiers and a little brute force if I don't want one or both of us to get smeared with poop.
So I was a little surprised to find her lying on her back with her legs in the air, smiling and cooing at her big sister as Z pretended to change her. They did this over and over. For about 5 minutes.
Finally A ripped off her diaper in frustration and insisted we put on a fresh one. For reals.
So I was a little surprised to find her lying on her back with her legs in the air, smiling and cooing at her big sister as Z pretended to change her. They did this over and over. For about 5 minutes.
Finally A ripped off her diaper in frustration and insisted we put on a fresh one. For reals.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Wherein Z hogs the spotlight
Here's a clip of A playing peek a boo by pulling Z's hat over her face. But it's hard to pay attention since Z keeps darting into view, filling the air with a bunch of nonsense. And she's typically pretty articulate...
Ah, sisterhood.
Untitled from almaklein on Vimeo.
Ah, sisterhood.
Untitled from almaklein on Vimeo.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
A relationship blooms
Z's behavior has been pretty stellar this weekend, a welcome reprieve after the temper tantrums she dealt me last night. She's still testing limits with me (far more than with her daddy, incidentally), but she's been amazing to her little sister.
I guess it feels pretty good to be adored. Baby A can't get enough of her big sister, and Z likes having an audience that goes (literally) gaga for her antics. She plays peek-a-boo, brings her toys, feeds her snacks and entertains her in the wagon. She even lets A pull her hair because it gives the baby such a thrill.
Yesterday as we were pulling the girls home from a frozen custard run to Hole in the Wall, Z tickled her sister's stomach and made up this little rhyme: "[Baby's] tummy is really funny!"
I took both girls to the pool this morning, and even though I gave Z permission to paddle away from me in her swim vest, A shrieked, waved and kicked, demanding we chase her big sister down. .
I guess it feels pretty good to be adored. Baby A can't get enough of her big sister, and Z likes having an audience that goes (literally) gaga for her antics. She plays peek-a-boo, brings her toys, feeds her snacks and entertains her in the wagon. She even lets A pull her hair because it gives the baby such a thrill.
Yesterday as we were pulling the girls home from a frozen custard run to Hole in the Wall, Z tickled her sister's stomach and made up this little rhyme: "[Baby's] tummy is really funny!"
I took both girls to the pool this morning, and even though I gave Z permission to paddle away from me in her swim vest, A shrieked, waved and kicked, demanding we chase her big sister down. .
Sunday, October 14, 2007
More sisterly love
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sisterly love
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