Remember This

Jack loves his baby sister. Loves. Loves so much that he can't wait to see her when she wakes up in the morning, he pets her hair and gives her kisses. Yesterday was a lazy, grumpy morning. We all stayed in our pajamas and Sarah, especially, had trouble getting herself ready to face the day. Jack took her hand, led her to the toy box to find her favortie toys and helped her line them up and play.
I love that these pictures are kind of blurry and dreamy. These are some of the memories that I will hold very, very close.

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These Two

These two are as opposite as can be, yet the same much of the time. They love to play right next to each other, but fuss and yell because they just can't share diplomatically. They kiss, hug, snuggle and pat one another. They also pinch, bite, hit, kick and torment.

I am in awe of the relationship that is developing between my son and daughter. They are each other's best playmate, yet they often need breaks of complete separation.

As they get older, they become more alike and have more in common. One and a half and three and a half are much closer than infant and two. Or even just one and three. I am amazed, tearing up, watching them every day. And also tearing my hair out.

How can two little people look so much like each other and so much like each of their parents, yet be so much of their own different, distinct, and individual selves?

Before Sarah was born I wondered how I could ever love another person like I love Jack. And then came this equal and opposite little person who just plopped herself right here in the middle of our family. She is sass and attitude and a woman of conviction. And Jack is soft, and sweet and shy. But yet, they have something so special in each other. Being their mom gives me such unique perspective into the intimacies of their relationship, as they develop into friends.

Baby Kiss

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I had a large iced coffee at 3:00 this afternoon. What was I thinking? At least now I have some time to play around in Photoshop!

Why My Children Are the Sweetest EVER

On the way home from the store, a grumpy Sarah called to her brother from her carseat to his with an outstretched hand. He replied, "yes?" and took her hand. She calmed down, stopped fussing, looked like she could fall asleep and held his hand until we got home.

Brother and Sister

Before I had my little girl, I dreamed about the wonderful friendship she and I would share. I hoped that she and I would go shopping together and I would give her all kinds of wise advise about how she is too good for any boy out there.


I also pictured my husband with his little girl. I pictured these big, strong man arms holding a delicate, pink-ruffle-dressed sweet pea. I imagined how he would play princess with her and let her play with his hair even though he wouldn't be caught dead letting anyone else in the world see him like that.


I didn't really give much thought to the other person in our family and how they would develop a relationship. Sure, I worried how having a baby would interfere with his life. Would he mind that she would take over his crib? Would he be jealous of the attention everyone paid the new baby? Would he know that I still loved him and wasn't just trading him in for a new, pinker model?

Jack was so very excited to be a big brother. He was not quite two-years-old when Sarah was born. But he knew it was important and big and he was eager for his new title of big brother.

At first, Jack was just happy. He beamed from ear to ear at his baby sister. He was proud to be the big brother. He didn't always understand that she couldn't do the same things he could, though. When she was a teeny tiny infant he tried to share his Cheerios, trying to slip them into her mouth. He also wanted her to read his books, and he piled them onto her lap in the bouncy chair. I loved seeing the two of them together and once I took the first pictures of them he would haul himself up into chairs and declare, "here are your two babies!"

Jack has always been a very devoted brother. He never went through any periods of resentment toward her or showed any maladjustment with her addition to our family.

Now that Sarah is old enough to play with him and get into the toys he's playing with, they have a sweet dynamic. Jack will push toys her way for her, and in turn she will lick or chew all of his stuff. They sit and watch TV together. I have seen Sarah crawl right over Jack's reclined body on the floor.


They have their own little sibling quarrels. Sarah wants whatever Jack is playing with and Jack wants her to leave some of his things alone at times.

Jack is a big "helper" with Sarah. He has always wanted to feed her himself and he loves to share his snacks with her. Thankfully they can both eat almost all the same things now! He pulls his little step stool up to her changing table to talk to her. And he has held onto the whole babies liking to hold your hand thing way too long; he insists that she hold his hand sometimes, even though she squirms and pulls and peels herself away.

Now that Sarah is bigger, he is even more physical with her. But, since he is an almost three-year-old boy, he shows affection by laying on, scooting over, rolling over, and pushing down his little sister. Sarah's unsteadiness on her feet just makes all these brotherly bounces blend in with her regular tumbles and rolls.

Lately Jack refers to Sarah as "my baby." He doesn't call her by name or "my sister;" she is his baby. He takes responsibility for her like a third parent. His father and I reduced him to tears when we tried to explain that he actually isn't her parent, but her brother. His little heart was so broken at that idea, we just don't try to clarify it anymore.

Sarah adores her big brother. After "ma-ma" and "da-da," "Jack" is the next often heard word from her. She usually calls out to him when he's in another room. She will crawl across the floor, stopping every few feet and sticking her head out of doorways calling, "Jaa! Jaa!" And now that she is learning to give kisses, Jack is on the receiving end of more kisses than anyone else (even mom!)

Sarah and Jack are two chubby faced peas in our family pod. As they both get bigger their relationship seems to change and grow every day. I hope that as they get older they will continue to build on this and forge a unique friendship, sharing the experience of growing up in our house.

Brother Dear

Jack has become a very sweet, dear big brother. He really loves his little sister. He gets frustrated with her, sure; he doesn't like sharing his trains with her.

When Sarah wakes up Jack is the first one up the steps to go get her. He climbs on the crib side to see in and talk to her. He helps me to change her diaper, often getting his stool from the bathroom so he can stand at the changing table and talk to her.

He has never really liked it when I nurse the baby. I think it's because she has usually just woken up and he wants to have his turn with her. So he has started helping me. He will sit next to me and help hold Sarah. It is so sweet and dear and just makes my heart melt. He will usually sit on the side of me with her feet and we will put her lower half up on his lap. He will put his arms around her and hold her, leaning in to snuggle and give her kisses. If he is near her head, he will stroke her hair and talk to her.


At bathtime last night I gave Sarah a bath first and then dressed her and told Jack it was time for his bath. He looked at me and said, "No, Mama, Jack play wiff Sarah!" He wanted me to put her down so they could play. He scoops the toys around to her lap. Last night he showed her how to play with the piano. "Sarah, like this," he said.

My heart has melted.