Children being mum
"Do you love the baby more than me?" asked bonkers daughter the other day. "It doesn't matter if you do," she added. I was expecting the first question because I have spent half of the pregnancy preparing the girls for the fact that babies are utterly dependent and that just because I spend a lot of time with the baby it doesn't mean I love them any less. However, the second comment was unexpected and the thing is she actually meant it. She loves the baby so much that she doesn't ever want to put him down so she can perfectly understand how anyone would love the baby best.
She wakes up at dawn most days and comes rushing in to see him. She whisks him away from me and plays with him all the time. It is lovely, but fairly exhausting because she has a rather kamikaze approach to childcare and I basically have my eyes glued to her the whole time she is holding him. I want to encourage her, but not maybe too much. While she is jiggling and asking the baby if he wants to dance/somersault/be licked, big girl daughter is kissing him non-stop. Rebel daughter gets a little jealous as it is hard for her to get any baby time in and she is great with him, though she tends to get him only when he is tired and tearful [he regards bonkers daughter with a mixture of admiration and terror, as we all do]. Everyone wants to sit next to the baby in the car - bonkers daughter has already bagsied her spot for the holidays [I have divided the trip up into three segments so everyone gets a turn, but have told them all to bear in mind that the baby may very well cry for the entire length of the journey and mummy might need to sit next to him].
I have been doing dance sessions with bonkers daughter where I rock the baby to the Disco Diva CD and we do some wiggly dance movements which she copies. I am not sure if she is impressed by my dancing or thinks it is very, very comical. Meanwhile, rebel daughter has finally finished her multi-chapter Spain geography project. I feel I have lived every moment of it since, although initially enthused by the idea when it was handed out last month, she ran out of steam about three weeks ago. My brother has been emailing her information on Spanish history [he is a history teacher and specialises in the Spanish anarchist movement - he was the first person to see rebel daughter when she was born as it was an emergency situation and he rocked her to the tune of a Spanish anarchist song]. In order to get the project finished, I suggested he send a short paragraph on Durruti. He is rather enthusiastic about his subject and sent a short essay, asking if she needed any more details. I anticipated a whole encyclopedia on the subject. I replied that maybe she could do the whole of the next project on Durruti, but please let me recover from this project first.
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