My sweet baby Cheekers is anything but quiet.
Being the second born has its advantages...and disadvantages. It's hard to say if one outweighs the other. Because she can't use her words yet, she spends most of the time grunting or screeching to make it known that not only are we not providing her with what she wants but that this is not to her liking either.
Compared to Sydney, who didn't have to fight for attention, Natalie can come across as impatient, volume challenged (noisy) and assertive. It may seem as if I'm picky on my little cutie pie, quite the contrary. I find her survival skills quite fascinating. I like to watch how determined she can be. I like to see her strength. I like to try and figure out how this early in life she manages to know so much and can get so much.
Yes, my sweet baby Cheekers is anything but quiet, except at meal time... For some reason, during meal time, Cheekers sits in her high chair, quietly eats her food and quietly waits to be cleaned up.
Meal time, as you know if you've read this blog at all, seems to be all the time. I am always preparing some meal or form of food for the kids. It's a toss up whether I dread meal time or clean up time following meal time. Most of the time, I shove cold (should be hot) food into my mouth, while standing up, so that I may then pick up all of the mess (trail of food) I threw around the room in order to prepare the meal. It is a time management game...that often leaves my quiet little Natalie sitting in her high chair for too long.
I clear my plate; Natalie sits quietly, almost done with her food. I clean up Sydney's plate; Natalie's done, sits quietly. I put away the food, Natty sits quietly. I look at her and say, "I'm almost ready to clean you up, little girl," as she sits quietly with peach juice drying in her fuzz hair. I load the dishwasher, she sits. I wipe off the counter, she sits. I gather up the garbage, she sits. I put the dish towels in the laundry room, she sits. I fix my ponytail and take a breath, ahh done. I scan the room. I spy Natalie quietly sitting, looking at me, waiting to be cleaned up.
Yes, there are advantages and disadvantages to being the second born. An advantage, you get things handed to you without even saying a word. Disadvantage, you can't say, "hey, don't forget you have a second child over here!"
My sweet Cheekers, I could never forget you. Thank you for your mealtime patience with Mommy!