We haven't had too many issues of jealousy with Becca yet. She mostly just ignored Andrew for the first month. Suddenly, now she is very affectionate with him. She wants to hug him and scratch his back and cover him with blankets and kiss him and stroke his head and cough, open-mouthed right in his face. Nothing like toddler love. She has already given him a mild cold, that I am not freaking out about (Seriously! I mean it!)
This morning, though, she showed me a bit of a different side. This morning, I was holding Andrew and nursing him and she was trying to climb into my lap and rest her head on my chest. I held both of them and thought it was kind of cute. Then, I handed Andrew to Jo Anne and Becca was all over her. I told her not to move the glider rocker ottoman, and she did it anyway. I yelled at her. She crumpled up and cried. I felt terrible. She wouldn't let me get her tights on (nothing new there) and when I took her outside to try to herd her into the car, she took off running. I chased her down in the neighbors' yard and she fell down on her knees, ripping her tights and getting mud and grass stains on them.
I manhandled her into the car. As we were driving , I suggested that she and I go somewhere special tomorrow, just us. She said, "No." She only wanted to go if Daddy, Andrew and Gee Gee (Jo Anne) went too. I was all smiles and trying to chat with her. She just glowered at me.
I am really dreading the teenage years.
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