Tuesday, March 7, 2017


* A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017*
Matteo: When Mama was still pregnant with Sissy, we used to read you this old Mercer Mayer book that belonged to Papa when he was a little boy.  It’s about how everything Little Critter wants to do, his baby sister wants to do, too.  She follows him around, yelling “Me too!” while he’s riding his skateboard, flying a kite and going on big kid adventures with his friends.  He endures most of this with patience, helping his sister climb a snowy hill, balance on her ice skates and even begrudgingly cutting his slice of cake into two pieces.  At the end of the book, little sister has a candy cane and, with the tables turned, she shares it with her brother when it’s his turn to ask “Me too?”  You used to love that book.  We must have read it dozens of times during those months when we were all still wondering and dreaming about what it would be like to add another person to our family.  I realized the other day that this book has really come true in the last few weeks.  Everything you do, Sissy immediately wants to do, too.  When you play with Legos, she wants to play with Legos.  When you feel like dancing, she feels like dancing.  I tried to feed her some watermelon yesterday and she refused to take even one bite until you came over to the table with your own big bowl and suddenly it turned into a watermelon party.  When you snuck Mama’s phone away and crawled up on the bed to listen to a Mike Birbiglia track (which you find hilarious because it’s mildly inappropriate), suddenly she wanted nothing more than to hold that phone, too.  Sometimes this “Me too!” is inconvenient for you, but you have been amazingly patient.  You usually go out of your way to make sure that when you get a treat, she gets one, too.  It genuinely makes you happy to include her.  The lesson of the book seems to have made a lasting impression on your little heart, and I’m so proud of you.

Lilah: Bubba helping you fit your whole foot in your mouth, because that's what brothers are for.

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