If you’ve been around a while, you might remember reading in November about our “baby” case of sibling rivalry. That was mostly hitting and yelling.
I was reassured that it would get better, and for the most part I guess it has. The aggressiveness with each other has pretty much become non-existant. They play together daily and Ethan even insists on getting kisses from Emma at bedtime.
I think more than ever they are now competing.
Competing for what, I don’t know?
To be first? To be best? Just so it will be fair, or maybe not fair?
Here are some examples.
We sometimes have a couple of package deliveries in a day. Emma and Ethan are now programmed (it’s like Pavlov’s dog.. the doorbell rings and they are off!) to drop whatever it is they are doing and run FULL FORCE towards the door to receive the package.
I have had discussions with them about “taking turns” and after one brings a package in I will remind them both that it is the other persons turn to get the next package. It just doesn’t matter though. They push, run, shriek and topple over things to be the first to the door.
It’s there when it comes time for dinner… “I want the purple plate Mommy!”. It goes without saying that I always give Emma the purple plate and Ethan gets the green.
The fighting goes further than the color of the place setting. They fight over who will have control of the keyboard at the computer, who is going to empty the drier (although I always have both of them do it), who gets to sit by me on the couch (which, btw, makes me not want to sit down in the same living room with them) even though I have two sides to me.
I could go on and on.
It makes me sigh and want to throw my hands up in the air.
You oftentimes will hear me say “REALLY?”.
The competition is getting dangerous.
Just today Ethan and Emma came busting out of my bedroom door to be the first to get their clothes on. Ethan has been in a clumbsy mood all week (he’s fallen down the wooden staircase 3 times this week) and while pushing through the threshold and stumbling over his own feet he fell face first into the corner of the wall.
You can still see the crease in his lump!
What’s a mom to do?
I talk to them about taking turns, being fair and I try not to show favoritism.
With them being 21 months apart their likes, wants and needs are fairly similar and I try to treat them equally.
So tell me… does it get better?
What would you do? or what have you done (that worked)?
If I don’t get help soon I may have to change Ethan’s nickname from Bubby to “Lumpy”!