The Journey To Sisterhood

Yesterday I read a post by Liz at Mom101 that made me think back to the early days of when Mira was a newborn and Cordy was a wild, intense, temperamental 2.75 year old. Those first weeks were a complete blur of emotion and sleeplessness for me as I tried to adjust to meeting the needs of a new little person and her big sister, who was needy in different ways.

The thing that broke my heart when Mira was little was Cordy’s complete lack of acknowledgment of her new sister. It was like Mira didn’t exist to her. Of course, this was also pre-evaluation when Cordy didn’t notice other kids most of the time either. I would sit on the couch, holding Mira and asking Cordy to come say hi to her new sister, only to have Cordy come say hi to me, not understanding this little wrapped up bundle in my arms was another human being.

Completely unaware of the other human being right next to her

It took months for Cordy to notice Mira, and all progress was tied directly to her progress in therapy in her preschool. As she ventured out of her internal world, the external world came into focus, and with that world her little sister, who desperately wanted the attention of this big kid in her space.

I remember when Cordy would run laps in the living room while Mira was in her exersaucer – as Cordy would come closer, Mira’s face would brighten with a smile and her arms would wave wildly to get Cordy’s attention. As Cordy ran past, Mira’s smile would fade to a slightly confused, slightly down expression, realizing she hadn’t been noticed. Repeat x 100.

I would cry at night, thinking this distance between my two girls would be permanent and Cordy’s emotional distance would prevent them from ever being close.

If we don’t make eye contact, she doesn’t exist.

Ever so slowly, though, Cordy recognized Mira. She would hear Mira cry and say, “Mira’s hungry!” Or hold Mira’s hands and move her arms back and forth like she was a toy. I then caught her hugging Mira once. Then instead of eating Mira’s snacks, she would feed one to Mira. For her part, Mira never gave up on Cordy, always initiating contact with the older girl who seemed unreachable at times.

But now. I can only say we’ve come a long, long way. Cordy still doesn’t always understand that Mira has feelings too, but she recognizes Mira as her little sister and as a fellow person. I’ll credit part of that to Cordy’s therapy, part of it to typical kid behaviors and maturation, and part of it to Mira’s insistence that Cordy WILL pay attention to her, dammit, even if she has to sit on her. They occasionally play together, and even if it is (usually) too rough, they both giggle until someone inevitably cries, and then they go back to wrestling and giggling again.

They are now sisters.



Because Children Will Never Let You Be Complacent

Potty training for Cordy has been an incredible success thus far. (Please, ye gods of fate, don’t strike me down for that statement!) She’s wearing underwear all day now, with only a pull-up for overnight. And we’re only baking every 2-3 days now, although I’m slowly becoming immune to the siren song of fresh cupcakes in the kitchen. There have been zero accidents since I last posted.

Which of course means that it’s Mira’s turn to annoy the hell out of us in the bodily functions department.

Mira loves to undress. Save the jokes about her being popular when she’s older – I’ve already heard them. And I really don’t mind when she pulls her pants or top off at home – it’s cute in that learning about dressing herself kinda way. (It took Cordy until four to figure out dressing herself!)

The big problem for us is that she now takes off her diaper, too, especially at night when she’s in bed.

You can imagine the mess. Every. single. morning.

I’ve tried putting her in two piece outfits – she takes them off. I tried sleepers – she can work zippers. I tried one-piece outfits that snap between the legs – she figured out how to pop open the snaps. I tried pull-ups instead of diapers – she either figured out the “easy open sides” or pulled them down.

I can also stretch out necklines to escape

In other words, I have a non-potty trained nudist.

Short of sewing her into her clothing for bed each night, I’m at a loss as to how to keep her diaper on, and I’m tired of doing laundry quickly every morning before it’s time for her nap.

Cordy was never interested in disrobing. Actually, she didn’t care about clothing at all as a toddler – she wore whatever we put her in, and wore it until we chose to take it off. Finding myself facing off against a toddler who can master any clothing fastener is a new challenge for me.

I know I can’t be alone in this – several of you probably have kids who are or were diapered nudists. How did you keep that diaper on, short of duct tape?

Bringing a whole new meaning to naked blogging.


One Outfit, Two Kids, Three Years

One benefit of having two children of the same gender is reusing clothing for the second child. Yes, Mira will someday hate me for making over half of her wardrobe Cordy’s old clothing, but for now she doesn’t care. And I especially love it because of the wash of memories and emotions I get when pulling out one of Cordy’s old outfits that I loved so much.

Yesterday, I dressed Mira in one of my particular favorites, and after seeing her fully dressed, I had to take a picture, and then compare it to one of Cordy:


That’s Mira on the left, and Cordy on the right. I should also point out that in these two photos, Mira is 5 months older than her Amazon sister – Cordy was only 15 months old and wearing 24 mo. clothing.

What’s amazing to me is seeing the differences between my two girls. They have some similar features, but staring at each photo, I can practically feel the different spirits of each child coming from each image.

Mira is, and has always been, the analytical one. She watches everything around her carefully, taking it all in and not tipping her hand as to how she’s feeling until she’s fully taken it all in. She is cool in all she does, and often holds everything inside until she bursts. It’s only when there are no cameras or strangers around that she fully relaxes into the goofy girl we know.

Cordy, on the other hand, holds nothing back. A complete open book. Every photo of her at that age shows a child smiling at the camera (or looking rather angry if that was how she was feeling). Not a neutral face could be found, because her heart was always firmly planted on her sleeve.

And just because I can’t go digging through my photo archives and post only one photo of Cordy as a toddler, I’ll add in this one, too.


Sometimes I wish I could stop time for a little while.

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I’ll Send You Her Therapy Bills

I’ve noticed a trend lately among friends, family and even complete strangers when they lay eyes on my two little girls together. It usually goes something like this:

Person: (gushing) “Oh, look at Cordy! She’s gorgeous! You know that, right? She could easily be a model. Those curls are so pretty, and her eyes are such a deep blue. She’s really is a beautiful little girl!”

Me: “Thank you! Yes, she is very pretty.”

*Person then turns gaze towards Mira, and then in a less exuberant voice:

Person: “Hi there, Mira! Cute outfit. You look just like your father, you know that? No denying who your daddy is!”

Me: “Um…yeah. She does have some of Aaron’s best features, making her pretty, too.”

That’s it. They tell us how pretty Cordy is, and then totally leave out that part when pointing out Mira’s appearance.

Poor kid. Rarely does anyone tell her she’s pretty. And while I would never emphasize a need for beauty in order to be successful (because I want to be a part of killing the stereotype that women need to focus on beauty), I worry that if this trend continues it might begin to affect her when she’s older and understands.

I’m pretty too, dammit

I know I’d start to feel inadequate if someone close to me was constantly praised for her beauty while I was given a passing remark about a family resemblance. Even with constant self-esteem building, it might be enough to put a dent into an armor of confidence.

And it’s not like Aaron needs a bag on his head to go out in public, either. I’m biased, but others have confirmed for me that he is generally thought to be good-looking. But often any comparison between Aaron and Mira is said without as much…excitement? or as if there’s another message hidden underneath? I can’t be sure. Maybe I’m totally reading into something that is more shallow than I thought.

Either way, if Mira looks like Aaron it’s a good thing. She has his eyes. She sports a lovely olive skin tone that will keep her from burning in the sun, unlike me and Cordy who look out a sunny window and turn pink. It’s possible she’ll have her father’s curls, too. It’s not like she’s sporting his beard, ya know?

Hopefully these specific conversations will fade away as Mira gets older and people are more careful with their words, as we all are with other adults. And despite who is the prettiest, both girls will continue to be valued at home for their personalities and accomplishments. In our house there is no “ugly” sister – just two girls treasured because of who they are in total.

And besides, it’s not like Cordy hasn’t had her share of not-so-pretty days:


Not too far off from this, is it?



What You Get When You Give A 4-Year Old A Camera For Christmas

From Cordy’s new Little Tikes camera:







And when said 4-year old’s 19-month sister gets her hands on the same Little Tikes camera, you get these pictures…






…and about 130 more exactly like them.

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