Nina loves her little sister. She likes to share with her, the pre sucked lolly, the forkful of steak, the cup of tea, none of which Robyn can have. ‘No no honey, she doesn’t need any of that, she’s too little, nice sharing though’ are common comments at the moment.
Trying to put a positive spin on everything so as not to undermine her confidence without saying ‘for fucks sake ‘get your elbow out of your sisters face’ and ‘no babe, you can’t ‘have a go’ (Carry Robyn across the room by her armpits like a rag doll)’ is a challenge.
Taking them both out at the same time on my own is getting easier now but is still challenging. The loaded car seat is heavy and awkward to carry, espessially when Nina decides she wants to take half of her toys with her – ‘you carry them mummy’ once again you have to say ‘sorry Hun, I can’t at the moment’ so she has a full scale bitch fit for the 10th time that hour and decides to sit down in the middle of the car park and wail. I put down Robyn to engage in negotiations – fucking pointless. People walk by giving me looks of either understanding pity or judgement – you’re doing it all wrong.
Nina is smart. She seizes all opportunities to cause havoc. She’ll get every single toy she owns out, remove all her clothes and draw all over herself with felt tips while I’m feeding her sister and you can guarantee someone will ‘pop round’ during or after this whirlwind, the house like a bombs hit and Nina looking like a wildling.
Its tricky but we hope they’ll be friends. They’ll probably gang up on us when they’re older, devide and conquer.
No anti wrinkle cream is good enough. No coffee is strong enough. Some days I have to remind myself that it’s true what they say – the days are long but the years are short – some days I have to mentally repeat and fade. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.