A hard one to keep up with
Avery, as I’ve mentioned here many times, always keeps us on our toes – usually while laughing. She’s bubbly and wild and naughty and funny; not a day goes by that Q and I don’t look at each other and smile or shake our heads at her latest antics, facial expressions or sayings. (Some examples: her body-slamming of Zoe, who was innocently standing on a stool in our room, one day; her dramatic pouty face when Q told her to put her dishes in the sink the other night; her recent loud performance of a made-up song about roosters – while sitting on the toilet; her telling me almost daily these days, “I love you so much, Mama”). I chronicle her behavior and life here on the blog, but somehow it doesn’t feel enough: It’s like she has such a bright, big personality that it’s difficult to keep up with her and impossible to capture her essence on paper (er, computer).
And something else: While I used to feel guilty about Avery being the youngest and always on the sidelines, I’ve been thinking lately that perhaps it was Zoe – or more accurately, me and Q – who missed out on things because of her sibling. I absolutely do not remember Zoe being this funny and adorable at age 3 years, 1 month – but I’m sure she was. I imagine we were so busy caring for and cooing over Avery (and understandably so!) that we perhaps didn’t absorb as much of Zoe’s three-year-old wonderfulness as we otherwise would have. In the big scheme of things it doesn’t matter that much – we didn’t really know what we were missing, and Zoe was just happy being a big sister – but it’s something to think about. And it’s another reason I’ll continue to try to soak in the girls’ specialness now.
-M
