A lot of love ...

Last night I was cuddling my girl when she told me, "I saw you smell Max's hair and I felt jealous. You're my mumma and I love you more than he does ... but actually you do smell my hair a lot too!  I guess you have a lot of love for both of us." Oh my heart. Aside from the fact that I'm some kind of weirdo that smells my kids' hair all the time (It's good shampoo!), I love her little insights and that she feels able to share vulnerable feelings. 

Sibling rivalry has levelled up in our household lately.  A couple of weeks ago I heard Amelia tell her two year old brother to get out of her room in accordance with article 16 of the rights of the child act (the right to privacy apparently). They were on their own sorting it out while I tried to compose myself, and by the time they had any parent support to help solve the problem it had escalated into a much more primitive fight. 

Then I discovered that someone had made some modifications to our Willow Tree figures. I couldn't stop laughing, and what interested me the most is how the fine motor skills don't match up. Amelia's actually really incredible with her ability to paint or draw (even on 3D objects) and this was certainly not on her level. Max's drawing skills aren't too shabby for a 2 year old, but there's no way he'd be able to do this. Obviously it was the 5 year old!

When I finally stopped laughing, I asked her about it. She was so committed to her lie, "Well, I actually saw Max with that purple texta ... He's drawing on everything lately!"
"Oh, well that's interesting. I'm not sure he's clever enough to draw faces like that yet."
"Well, they don't look like the kind of faces I draw. He's drawing on everything lately!"
"I wonder why he would draw faces ..."
"Maybe he wanted them to have faces?"
"Did you want them to have faces?"
"Yes." 
😆 On the bright side, they're all happy!