super big sister

Amelia is almost always a great big sister. This morning, after Amelia and I had our toast and cereal, Diana started to fuss and cry. Without saying a word, Amelia picked up a pacifier off the desk, carried it into the room where the baby sleeps, giggled a bit and returned. Apparently, Amelia has figured out that a pacifier is a good way to get the baby to stop crying. (It worked for a few minutes, too.)

But if there's one thing Amelia does not do well, it's share with her sister. Diana is starting to reach the age when she enjoys playing with the occassional rattle, but every time Amelia sees me playing with a rattle in front of Diana she snatches it away. I don't think she realizes that some of the rattles were actually bought for her baby sister. Or maybe she doesn't care and has adopted the usual two-year old attitude of, "if I want it, it's mine and even if I don't want it but you do, it's still mine."

That isn't the only trouble brewing on the horizon. Tuesday morning during soccer pratice a little boy made a comment to me that I did not understand. His mother asked him to repeat his statement in English and with some hesitation he said he thought Amelia was "beautiful." She's only two and already catching the attention of little boys. I forsee a lot of stress on her daddy's part 12 or 13 years down the road.

Lisa