This post is really late, but work/life/everything has been a bit much. Life ebbs and flows, and we’ve been at high tide for a while now.
But Kiwi moseys along, oblivious to deadlines and the empty fridge and the thick layer of dog hair on the unvacuumed carpet. (Ok, she actually does notice all that hair, especially considering a large amount of it ends up in her mouth.)
Kiwi is now mobile. She was so close to crawling for what seemed like forever, and then one day she finally managed to move forward instead of backward. She never looked back.
Not being stuck in one place has revolutionized her life (and ours, obvi!). She is even more engaged now that she can spy something that interests her and get to it.
Finn wised up pretty quickly. He is very tolerant of Kiwi’s overenthusiastic love, but when her pterodactyl squeals and fistfuls of fur get to be too much, he just moves someplace else.
Peeper hasn’t quite gotten that concept yet.
“You can move your body if you don’t want Kiwi to get you,” I say probably eighteen million times throughout the day. But when Peeper sees her little sister crawling toward her, she screeches, cries or pushes/kicks/hits the baby.
The violence has done nothing to Kiwi’s status as president of the Peeper Fan Club.
So although this month has been trying in many ways, moments when the two girls get along make it all worthwhile. We’re witnessing Kiwi coming into herself, getting to be more Kiwi-like. As we get to know her better, we compare her less to her sister.
She is simply herself: a giggly, talkative, observant munchkin who, fortunately, seems to enjoy the taste of dog hair.