Today we were at a kids' play place, and Lily was jumping on the trampoline. When she wanted to get off, a worker there reached for her to take her down. I was also standing there watching her, and she looked at the two of us, and turned to me instead.
Since Lily often makes no distinction between a perfect stranger and me, I considered that a good sign. Or maybe she just chose me because the worker was male. And wearing a clown costume. But we'll just assume that it's because she is bonding.
Really, she's doing great. She gets the carseat thing now. She doesn't freak out around the dogs. She is able to go up and down stairs (that one had surprised me--but why should it? She had never used stairs in her life). She will tolerate hot dogs. She's figured out how to get herself water from the filter. Potty training has gone out the window, but I'm guessing she'll get it back quickly when we start working on it. She loves to be held but hates to hold my hand. She gets more words and more sentences every day. Her giggle is infectious.
From everything I can tell, she is adjusting excellently. It's been a crazy month that passed in a blur, but even with all the craziness, I managed to keep her by my (or Gil's) side the entire time, except for about 4 hours total all month. Exhausting, but worth it. This week we moved her into the kids' room with no distress.
Honestly, the hardest part for me right now is Josiah. Lily's tantrums wear me out, but I can outlast her. Josiah, however, has had some pretty rough days. Like terrible-horrible-no good-very bad-I'm moving to Australia-days. Grouchy, whiny, mean, reverting to kicking-screaming on the floor behavior....All.Day.Long. Ugh. I knew my adorable, complicated little boy would have a hard adjustment, but he is wearing me down. Help me out here, Moms. Is this normal for some kids when they get a new sibling? Or is it because Lily is a toddler? We're giving him extra attention; we're praising him up and down; we're giving him rewards when he does well....trying everything to not to have to discipline him for the entire day. Because that's what it feels like. Sometimes he has already hit his sister before I even make it into the bedroom in the morning....not because she has done anything to him. Just because she exists.
Nothing like parenting to humble a person!