Taylor and Evan

Taylor loves being a big sister! It's a role she seems to take quite seriously sometimes. She loves keeping him warm by piling him with blankets, adorns him with kisses, and plays with him on his activity mats. With his arrival has come an array of learning experiences, absolutely adorable moments, and heartwarming entertainment. Although the arrival of a sibling is never completely without incident, I must say that Taylor has championed this challenge surprisingly well.

Taylor has been learning the many differences between herself and baby Evan. Initially, she mastered the verbiage of "he's to little to walk" "he's to little to talk", etc. Now she attempting to learn about the relative strength she has by virtue of her age when compared to Evan. (a work in progress).

She discovered one difference between them recently by the simple act of sharing her cheerios with Evan. I deviated from my usual script of "that's so nice of you to offer to share with him" "babies don't eat cheerios, they drink milk, blah blah". Instead, I told her that baby Evan can't possibly eat cheerios because he doesn't have teeth. She stared at me in complete and utter disbelief. Then without much warning she stuffed her hand in his mouth to see for herself. For the remainder of the day, every time Evan yawned, smiled or cried, Taylor would run in, bound and determined to inspect his mouth. Then without fail, she'd report her findings to me "no teeth mom....see, no teeth"

Another difference was discovered while she was helping with a diaper change. Ah yes, anyone else see where this is going? Taylor loves to watch Evan get his diaper changed. Mostly because she wants to see the "really really big poop" as she calls it. Yeah, I don't get it either. But today she noticed that Evan looked a little different then her under the diaper. So she points to him and with a quizzical expression asks "Evan's gina?" Hmm. So yes, I found myself having the "girls have vagina's and boys have penis's discussion with my toddler". She seemed satisfied with my response. The next time we did a diaper, up pops Taylor alongside the changing table with "I want to see his little peanut mommy".