MINE!

As day breaks here, a new chapter unfolds...it shall be titled, "MINE! How to come to grips with the fact you are not the center of the universe."

EG can crawl. It started a week ago. This is what she has been waiting for her whole life. Since she was a little bitty zygote, the girl wanted to move, and up until now her body has been a major source of frustration for her. I WANT TO MOVE, has been her mantra. And now she can.

Her brother, who was just beginning to think that we brought her into the family to be his personal fan base, is not pleased. He spent his day yesterday running around like a crazed chicken trying to keep all the boxes, toys and paper towel rolls (that are used to make any number of imaginary things) out of her hands. "No, no, siser. No, no."

And of course, every toy became his. Her rattle, became a bicycle that he just HAD to have for his city. The toy phone, abandoned months ago for the much cooler cordless model, was a necessity for his communication. After a long heart to heart with Dad in the bedroom, Big Boy did hand over the rattle.

Briefly.

It was a long day and I anticipate it to be a long learning curve. As I look around the world, I realize some of us spend our whole lives learning these lessons. So, perhaps I should cut the kid some slack.