To say Molly had some major transitions last month is a gross understatement. Not only did we move to a new house, complete with a new schedule, activities, and an overwhelming amount of things to do both inside and outside (a whole playroom to herself! A back yard to run around in!) but she also got a brand new baby sister, amid and followed by a constant stream of family members. Suffice it to say, all of these changes, combined with my not being very available or accessible for about a week after Lucy was born, have given Molly a bit of trouble adjusting. This trouble has manifested itself in two fevers, some serious nap/sleep regression, and general defiance/boundary pushing (yesterday Josi and I were talking about starting her on time-outs. Our rationale is that while on the one hand she’s a little young to understand cause-and-effect, we’re always talking about how advanced she is). I honestly can’t blame her for having some trouble – a move and a new baby are huge transitions for me, and I’m decidedly older than 21 months. And 98% of the time, Molly is her usual charming, amazing, hilarious self – but that 2%, man. That 2% (okay, combined with some post-partum hormones) can be seriously trying.
Let’s focus on the positive, because although these are big changes they are all, in the long term, very positive. Molly loves our new house. She loves her playroom and will spend many happy hours playing in her new kitchen or at her table, coloring, painting (she especially loves having her face painted), and playing with play doh and stickers. She also loves our backyard, playing with “outside paint” (chalk), kicking a ball around with her dad, and asking for rides on her trike and in her Molly-sized car. She can identify a bunch of letters (she especially amazed me when she differentiated “Big O” from “Baby O”, can now count to ten in English and Spanish, and continues to string words together into short sentences. Even when she’s misbehaving, it can take a lot for me not to show her that I’m impressed by how smart she is – yesterday, for example, I went up to get her after her “nap” (when she doesn’t nap, she’ll at least hang in her room and quietly look at books or play for an hour or two) and she had pulled out a bunch of clothes and put on a bathing suit. When I opened the door, she looked up at me with a huge grin and said, “Swim?” So, I did what came to me first – ran a bath and let her “swim” in her bathing suit in the bathtub.
Molly is also *amazing* with Lucy. She is so gentle and does not like it one bit when Lucy cries. The other day Lucy started fussing in her chair and when I came out from folding laundry, Molly was crouched down next to her, patting her gently and saying “Lucy no cry.” And then my heart burst into a million pieces (postpartum…). She’s also thankfully moved on from everything being “no no no” to “okay” – so when we say, Molly do you want dinner? Her response is now “Dinner? Okay!” which is a nice change. Right now, I’m trying to focus on the “quality, not quantity” time with Molly with so much of my time, attention, and energy going towards
feeding Lucy. Often, our special time together is just before dinner or bedtime, where we play together or sing or read stories. Tonight, our special time consisted of her hugging me for 15 minutes while I sang Bright Eyes songs and rocked her and wept tears of happiness because I love her so damn much. And then we went and played in her kitchen until dinner. Like I said, 98% of the time our girl is nothing short of amazing. I’ll take the 2%, because it’s all Molly, after all.
Some snaps from the past month: