Hugging It Out

Now that we have hit the halfway mark of this, our second pregnancy, we are aware of our responsibility to prepare Sadie for having a little sibling. We've been working on "gentle, gentle" as in "don't rip Mommy's earring out of her ear again this morning," or "don't bite little Oscar's hand off; he's only five months old and may need it a while longer." When Sadie's cousins were in town, we worked on some more tactile contact as expressions of love and affection. Her younger cousin, Thomas, (pictured above) was the youngest of the crew and had to endure lots of practice hugs from Sadie. Sadie likes to lean in for a little cheek-to-cheek smooch.

Sharing. Well, that's a whole other story. Sadie just kind of isn't into sharing. At all. Unless by sharing, we mean she gets to have whatever she wants. The other night we met our neighbor who has a 15-month-old daughter named Hannah. Hannah and her mother were outside playing ball and Sadie wanted the ball. Hannah, who has some really superior speech skills, reminded Sadie that she had to share, but Sadie was having NONE of it. She wanted the ball and she seemed to want Hannah to get out of her way and stop asking Sadie to throw her the ball.

We'll work on that.

But hugs, we got hugs down.