My darling Sam. She is so lovely and funny and energetic. So many good things in one tiny little package. And yet... When she was good, she was very good.
And when she was bad.... YOWZA!
First I must say thank you to all for your kind emails and comments on my post from last Friday. R and I had a very good weekend. He took the children Saturday all morning so I could get a pedicure and take a long run. Then he took the children most of yesterday so I could work and gym it. So, problem (mostly) solved. Now we are onto a new one.
My sweet little girl, so much like her mother. Sigh. I adore her. But I do not adore the eight gashes my newborn (does he still qualify as a newborn if he is 12 whopping pounds of flesh?) is currently sporting.
In her former life my daughter was apparently a cat and she swipes at her brother every time we take our eyes off for a second. Why are her nails not shorter? This is a good question. Short of ripping them off, I am not sure I could get them any shorter. There is no white tip to speak of, I cut them everyday and still she manages to draw blood. It may have to come to nail removal in the end.
No book has advice for us, no parents can tell us what to do. It seems we have a one-of-a-kind winning combination of an 18-month age difference and an incredibly feisty, jealous toddler. Most people only get one or the other. If she were older, we could punish her more effectively. If she were less feisty, she would not care. Sadly, neither are true. She does not understand and we cannot get anything across to our little cave creature.
Harvey Karp suggested growling, which I did when she hit him on his soft spot Sat. night. All that achieved was much laughter from the peanut gallery (my hubby). How do we solve this? We are discussing cages here, people. It is that dire.
I want my children to love eachother, but right now, I just want to keep them apart. R says he is sad--"one child is clearly jealous and miserable while the other is bleeding." How I wish I, too, was this kind of parent. But I am not. All it makes me is angry. Sam's behavior is bringing out the cavemama. I need to protect my helpless baby. I need to protect him from my slightly more capable baby. How did we get here? And how do we escape?
If you have any ideas, please, please, please share them. We are desperate and slightly miserable.