Hello. I am on holiday so, today for your reading pleasure, I am thrilled to give you Zoey from Good Googs. I can really relate to this gorgeous piece about siblings. Enjoy.
It’s one of the grand lies you tell yourself when you are fat, sick,tired and pregnant that soon your first-born who seems incapable of playingalone will very soon have a playmate. And sure they won’t play much together whenyour wee one is a baby, but eventually they will.
At first, Riley barely even registered Piper’s existence. Except towalk around saying ‘I wish I had a baby sister’ apparently she didn’t count asa baby sister because she didn’t get to hold her and carry her around. And shedeveloped a desperate need to be on my lap whenever I was breastfeeding.
Eventually, she got wind of the fact that once Piper could roll, shecould move. And that very soon she would be able to crawl. Riley seemed veryexcited at this idea. That with enough time, someone would be playing blockswith her. She would tell anyone who listened that ‘frist she will roll, thenshe will crawl, then she will walk!’
Sadly the reality didn’t quite live up to this level of excitement.Now Piper is crawling around and just wants to get into everything that Rileyis doing. Riley is not impressed.
“She’s touching me!”
“That’s mine!”
“She’s looking at me!”
“Get her away from me!”
So now, not only is my eldest incpable of independent play, now Ihave to actively run interference between her and her sister as well. Fabulous.
I’m reminded of something Bill Cosby once said. ‘The truth isparents are not really interested in justice. They just want quiet.’ Word.
But every now and then the kidlets go and do something sounbelievably lovely that it breaks your heart piece by piece, shard byshard.Riley came up to me this afternoon while I was breastfeeding Piper.Ordinarily she would be coming over to assess the lap real estate situation.But instead she just said.
“I love her head”
“I love her ears”
“I love her arms”
“I love her hands”
“I love her legs”
“I love her little feet”
In the space of a 24 hour period, my big girl says a lot of words.Seriously, a lot. In her waking hours she barely even draws breath. But somewords stay with me more than others.
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Zoey is the mother of one preschooler (the googy) and one baby (thesquishy). In her former life she bought lots of handbags and wore a vast arrayof high heels. She also did lots of things alone – she went to the moviesalone, ate alone and even enjoyed having a quiet drink alone. Now she doesnothing alone. She lives in regional Australia and loves it but still missesher shoes. Zoey is a reformed perfectionist, writer, parent adventurer, chaosmanager, tiny dictator lover, baby snuggler, photographer and social mediaaddict. She blogs in words and pictures at
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