Posts Tagged ‘siblings’

It is funny watching Oldest and L argue. Arguing with a toddler just doesn’t seem to work. Some how they always seem to win. Oldest likes to paint her finger nails, the other day she asked if she could paint L’s. “Sure,  go ahead,”  I told her. They were both excited and happy and they spent some quality sister time together playing with sissy’s nail polish. L came out happy, saying that she was pretty and showing off her nails.

Today, was a little different. She wanted her nails redone since sissy was doing hers. Oldest set her on the floor in the bathroom and sat down in front of her. She started on her left hand, but after each nail she painted, L would pull away from her making it hard to go to the next finger. I walked in on them when they were doing this. Oldest pleaded with her to stop taking her hand away.  I broke down and told L that she needed to let sissy finish so that she can have pretty nails like sissy. She said ok and gave her hand back. She finally finished the first hand and started on the other on, when L decided she wanted a different color. Oldest got her bag out and said, “Orange or pink?” L immediately said Orange. She likes orange. Oldest starts to set down when she says, “No, pink.” Oldest got back up got the pink. This is the one you want, pink, right?” L nodded. Then like all females, she changed her mind one more time. “No!” “Purple!”  L yelled out. The look on her sissy’s face was priceless! I laughed so hard. In a very funny annoyed voice, Oldest got up and said, “Fine, you want purple. Purple it is then.” She gave me this look like I don’t believe this kid. I laughed even harder. It was great not being on the receiving end for once! 🙂

Yesterday, Oldest and little L was snacking on some chips and sharing some lemonade from a glass that Oldest was holding. L decided that she needed to hold the glass so she could be in charge of how many sips she got through the straw. Oldest told her no. Hell, I told her no. And she continued to want the glass. I told Oldest to take the glass into the kitchen since it was getting to be a hassle. She finally got off the couch and was trying to make her way to the kitchen when L grabbed her legs in her tiny toddler death grip and had her shirt in her mouth, pulling her. Oldest wiggled free and made her way to the counter.

After she set the glass down, she turns to wash her hands. Little L was still throwing a fit and decides to put another death grip on her sis. She grabs ahold of her legs and then, for some insane reason, bites her right on the left butt cheek. At first, Oldest started to laugh, then the laugh turned into a scream then into crying. “Well that will be a nice bruise here in a bit.” I thought.

Later on, after they both calmed down and Oldest was in her room, I went to get the laundry out of the dryer. Little one wanted to help. I went to hang some clothes in the closet and she follows me in. I told her to go out, with all the cleaning that was done, the closet was pretty full. She won’t budge. I step back and she moved and somehow got her finger smooshed on the door frame. I thought she bumped her head, when she started crying. So I am rubbing the top of her head, when she holds up her finger and says, “owwie, finger.”  I look at her and said, “Well I guess that’s Karma.” She, in turn, gives me this look like “Momma, you’re not going to kiss my finger?” “And who the heck is Karma?” I had to laugh at the expression on her face. And of course I kissed her owwie finger.  🙂

Oldest to Little L: Sissy, do you love me?

L: Shakes her head yes.

Oldest: Am I the best sister ever?

L: Shakes her head yes again.

Oldest: Awww, I love you. And your the best sissy ever too.

L: Once more, she shakes her head yes.

My heart melts and I leave the room

*10 seconds later*

Oldest: No put it down. Leave it alone. Get it out of your mouth!

*the sound of L running through the house begins*

Oldest: MOM!!!!!