She’s noticing him now. “Oh. My. God. He got so big last night. I can’t even take it!” Those were her words when describing her brother/my child…we’re co-parenting. He’s happiest when she’s home. She’s happiest when he’s chasing her around. She’ll offer him a curl to pull, he’ll share his snack with her. He doesn’t know when a game has stopped- so often I’ll find him crying in a corner wanting her to come back. She doesn’t know he won’t always want to play with her, nor will he ever be smaller than she is- ever again. They inherited the same face and opposite personalities. They’re my favorite pair.
