It seems Keira is now the matriarch of the clan.
You see, in the mornings, I put out a bowl of cereal for Riley to eat. He will not touch it.
Instead he waits for when Keira goes to the cupboard, “Would you like a cruskit, Riley?” she calls, and he comes running, and they both sit on the floor, eating their impromptu picnic.
I have long lobbied for a lock to go on the pantry door because this kind of snacking is getting very annoying. Not because they can eat the ‘naughty things’ that are stashed away (that’s because there isn’t any – not there anyway…!! ha ha, I still have a few Aces) but because this free reign has a domino effect. Keira is the teacher, and Riley is the perfect pupil.
She has taught him if you push the chair up to the kitchen counter, you can scramble up on top, and then ride the laminate, like a surfer. You can then also reach the phone, which you then knock off, and you spend half the day with people trying to call and they can’t get through.
The other month when I was on toy library duty, Adam had the task of putting the kids to bed. Now I’ve heard this job can put the fear of God in some fathers. Not Adam. It’s his favourite part of the day: “Clean teeth! Have a drink! Go to the toilet! Twinkle Twinkle! Right. Done. Get in bed – I’ve got me some online gaming to do!”
This particular night, he thought all had gone smoothly. Keira had put herself to bed a half hour before Riley went down. He tucked in his son as per usual. He walked out, listening to the sounds of protest which usually die down within minutes.
Then he heard the sound of playing. Like two wooden blocks being banged together. Thinking that was strange, he went back to investigate and found Keira feeding toys and blocks through the bars of Riley’s cot, “Helping him play. He’s not tired yet!”
Very helpful, indeed.
“They’re conspiring against us!” Adam moaned to me when I got home.
Dear – it’s already been happening for a while…..
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“Helping him play, he’s not tired yet”
That is classic!
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When I was out at dinner with mum she reminded me how we used to talk in German around the kitchen and she always thought we were saying horrible things to conspire against her.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…:-)
The learn to conspire at a very early age……….. Daddy beware!! lol
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Aww that’s sweet of Keira – at least she’s being NICE to him and feeding him cruskits and not bars of soap or something. Not that I did that when I was younger. My sister WANTED to try that soap, I swear!
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I felt that way when my middle child toilet trained the youngest………. she’d also feed him, dress him and generally take care of him. Got to be interesting when he got old enough to start trying to assert his independence…….. she was so cranky at him for not being her adoring plebe anymore!! lol
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You think you are the boss? No way, they are the boss of you. A bit like cats. They don’t really answer to anyone either.
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When they start balancing the cheque book and unloading the dishwasher you gotta really worry !
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That sounds so familiar, right down to wanting a lock on the pantry door.
What is it about older siblings that has the younger sibs following around like so many willing lemmings?
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I, too have a second child named Riley! He is now almost 17(Feb 9) and he has an older brother, Keenan who is 2 years 4 months older than my Ry. Ry learned all the bad stuff an elder sibling has to offer. He was just over 2, we’d been in the brand new house a few months. In the family room we had paid $250 bucks for carpet upgrade. They choose the “color”, light tan. FOOLS! LOL.
I was taking a 45 second shower and when I got out I saw my toddler covered is something grey and black. In fact, there were little footprints from the fireplace in the family room all the way up the stairs to mommy’s bathroom. Ther were also handprints all the way up the wall. My tan carpet was grey and black in a significant area. Just guess who’s idea this french farce was? Bingo. Keenan who pretended he knew nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. He was 5.
You have my humor and my sincere empathy.
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Oh, I have a little mommy in my house, too! It can be quite comical sometimes! Thanks for joining in the Mothers and Daughters Carnival!
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