It’s a strange phenomenon that no matter how long you’ve been married and how many kids you have, if you add someone else’s kid to the mix, it always feels like you’re “playing house” all over again.
We’ve been keeping one of our favorite two-year-olds in the world, Radford, all weekend, and Ali has blissfully been playing house as well.And, I’m afraid, the weekend may have given Ali some very unrealistic ideas about how her life is going to change in six weeks.
Little brothers are fun!
Little brothers are responsive!
Little brothers will play with you!
Little brothers will laugh with you!
When you find a nasty, melted, unrecognizable, covered-in-lint Skittle and say, “Ew, this is really nasty!! Touch it!!”, little brothers will touch it, scream “EWW!!”, and you will both fall into a fit of laughter, over and over and over again, until the lint is almost all rubbed off that Skittle of nastiness.
When you call from downstairs, “Radford!!! Come downstairs and play with me!!!”, little brothers will answer back, “Pummin’, Ali!!!”
Her unrealistic expectations of the extraordinary fun of siblings wasn’t helped at all by adding two more fun kids, her cousins Eli and Tessa, to the mix on Sunday. It was playing-together-age-kid heaven!
(Tessa also had a few unrealistic expectations yesterday, but hers were more centered around unrealistic ideas of desirable career choices:)
The bottom line is, Ali is more excited than ever about baby Noah arriving.
But I fear she will be sorely disappointed.
…But that’s okay, because Ali certainly dashed a bunch of unrealistic expectations of how fun a newborn was for me, so now we’ll be even.
Maybe it’s time to pull out some of her newborn pictures and show her how very UN-Radford like babies enter this world.