Once upon a time, I worried. I thought "Why do we want a second child? What if they hate each other? What if I destroy Soleil’s world by having a second? What if the kids truly never get along?" I never should have worried. Take tonight for example.
The kids have been dumping the little people out of the bin I store them in and jumping off the the upside down bin. Tonight, I made them stop. "This is too close to the couch. It should be at least this far" the mean mommy said while moving the upside down bin about 5 feet from the couch. Cue Soleil to drop to the floor sobbing.
"MOMMY"she cries," If you put it there, I can’t jump on the couch! See?"
Followed by her getting on the bin and doing a belly flop on the floor, falling short of the couchby 2 feet. "SEE mommy? See? I can’t reach the couch! I have to have it closer!"
How do you argue with that? I was laughing too hard to say no. I moved it closer to the couch. Luna took the opportunty to climb up on the bin, and do a face plant on the floor, sit up and giggle.
My kids are nuts. just plain nuts.
I have nothing to worry about. Soleil will teach Luna the insanity.