My little trio, pottering around the garden as usual. The more the months pass the closer and closer they get as a three and it’s lovely to see.
The thing I love the most about the three of them at the moment is just how proud they are of each other. When Elma was little and learning to do the things that Kitty could already do, we found Kit sometimes wanted to regress a bit, to get the coos and cheers for clapping or waving, or to chat in baby speak too. we’d talk about how when she was a little baby we’d cooed and cheered too, and remind her of all the things she could do as a big girl until we got the balance right and she went back to being purely a two nearly three year old.
And I wonder whether we’d see that again, especially perhaps with Elma. But in Kitty I can really see the difference in emotional maturity between a two year old and a five year old and Elma follows where Kitty leads. when Pip babbles or says “Mama!” or “Dadadada!” the girls will quite often copy him, but it isn’t to try to prove to us that they can do it too or to try to take attention away from their brother.
It’s is quite simply to share in his joy, and to try to get him to laugh.
Perhaps we’ve just got better at splitting ourselves between three children than we initially were at two?it’s a strong possibility, it took me a while to work out how to parent two, I kept trying to parent both Kitty and Elma how I parented Kitty as an only child and unsurprisingly it just didn’t work. Or perhaps it’s the benefit of a bigger family, that they’re used to sharing the limelight, and that sibling peer pressure that pulls Elma up in trying to keep up with her big sister.
It’s the same when Pip tries his standing up, or we walk with him holding onto our fingers. Everywhere that boy turns there is an adoring sister just ready to cuddle him, pick him up (Kitty) or tickle him under the chin (Elma). Pip of course just laps it up, and whereas up until now he’s been content to be the baby, to have them come to him to play, now he wants up and off with the big girls.
He wants to be down and playing, trying to climb into the swing on top of Kitty, or pushing Elma to make her go down the slide, even if he can’t yet climb to the top. If Elma wants to look at a story book she’s taken to climbing right to the very back of H’s armchair because if she doesn’t she’s very likely to find a small brother sitting on the pictures and we’re still working out balancing the need to give Kitty little things to play with so that her fine motor skills continue to develop as they should, and keeping all tiny things away from Pip so that he doesn’t eat them.
The girls don’t include their brother in everything of course and their role play games are getting more and more intricate. This last weekend they spent hours playing together in their room and I still have no idea what the game was. I know it wasn’t teachers (Kitty’s current favourite and a massive insight into her daily life) and it did involve pulling everything out from under their beds and packing things in their little rucksacks “for when we go on holiday” but beyond that I’ve got nothing. And in a funny way I like that I don’t, that they have stories and secrets that are just for each other. I didn’t mind the peace and quiet and the chance to play just with Pip either!
But it’s always the most fun when they’re together
Two little sisters and their brother too, in October:
This month I’m sending you on to Annie. She lives in such a beautiful part of the country and her pictures of Ozzy and Kitty are always gorgeous- I can’t wait to see them.