Two Year Olds, Two Kids
With the exception of a few daily tantrums, the “terrible twos” are not terrible at all. At least now Stephen knows how to be good. He is more helpful every day; he can put all the clean silverware in the dishwasher away by himself. He can go into the basement and get me more blankets for Henry. He uses the laptops in a nice way (for the most part). He can watch whatever YouTube videos he wants. He can make a video full screen, pause it, and do all of that stuff. On Jaime’s laptop, he nicely types gibberish into her sticky notes program. He loves to hold down letters while he says what letter it is. EEEEEEEEEEEEE.
When you’re having a child, everyone loves to warn you about all the perils. The same thing happens when you’re having your second child. Horror stories about someone’s child hating their new baby sibling are everywhere, and you suddenly find yourself unable to escape them. I will say that Stephen has been nothing but nice to Henry. He likes to sit with him and watch TV and wipe his drool with a blanket. He makes noises and faces at the baby to make him smile. He lays on the floor next to him and pushes me away if I try to join in.
Henry obviously needs a lot of attention, and most of the time I’m the only one around. Stephen has taken to going upstairs and playing/reading in his room by himself for about an hour every day. He “reads” his books one by one, page by page, and puts them in a neat stack on the floor. Then he puts all of the books back on the shelf. Sometimes I go up to check on him and ask if he wants me to read him any books. “No,” he replies. On one hand I feel bad that he’s not getting as much attention as he used to, but on the other hand, he is learning at a young age that the world does not in fact revolve around him. And he is dealing quite well with it.
This multiple children thing is going to be a lot more fun for everyone, I think. Stephen already has a new friend and I have someone else to entertain the baby. People that don’t have children are worried that having a baby will ruin their lives. To that I say, yes, your old life goes bye-bye when you have a kid (and even more so when you have more than one kid), but it gets replaced by a new life that is much better. What was so great about my old life, anyway? I could go to bars and pretend I was still 22? I could waste endless amounts of time on the computer? When people talk about “how hard it is” to have kids, I think they are really talking about how hard it is for them to let go of their pre-baby life.