My Lily

Lily will never cease to amaze me. She is 18 months old. A baby herself. I never talked to her about having a baby brother. She tickled my big belly, but we never tried to explain it to her. She is a baby. She has no concept. We didn't bring her to the hospital because, again, she has no idea that a baby is coming and we thought the separation from Mommy would be made more difficult. My expectations for Michael's homecoming were that Lily would be upset I had been gone and, Oh, yea, that's a baby over there, and then on to life according to Lily.

But instead we have a super cute video of Lily running to the car seat saying, "Hi! Hi, baby." She brings him toys. She is OBSESSED with his hands...all she wants to do is touch them and pull on them (this is not so cute). She is upset that people are holding the baby, but she alternates between being really cute and really mad about him. Ultimately she has the attention span of a...well, of an 18 month old.

I feel totally unprepared for parenting her with an infant in tow. I honestly have NO idea how to do it. And, being the person that I am, this is driving me crazy. I need to be in control of the situation. NOW. She is still watching too much tv. I have NO alone time with her, since Andrew never naps and is awake longer than her. This frustrates me. Because I enjoy her so much. She is just a little ray of sunshine in this house.

So enjoy these pictures of my Lily. I'm hoping that things just fall into place and she doesn't get shoved to the periphery too much. But, then, if you've ever met my Lily, you'd know that it would be impossible for her to melt into the background. :)