After a long day, I put the baby to bed, turned on a movie and cuddled up with my two big girls. A and I both fell asleep and I, still half-asleep, realized that L was gently covering us with blankets, tucking in the edges and kissed us each on the head before she left us to curl up on her Daddy's lap.
A few days later, she had another too-cute-to-not-remember sweet sister moment. We were almost finished with dinner and ready for the ice cream I had promised. A was the first one finished so I got out the ice cream and slowly began dishing her up, hoping to motivate the other two. L finished quickly and received her ice cream too. Meanwhile, E was begging and pleading for ice cream and stubbornly refusing to finish her dinner. I stuck to my guns, and insisted she eat one more bite or no ice cream. She abruptly screamed at me, hurled her dish to the floor, splattering pasta everywhere. So I cleaned up the mess, cleaned her up and put the ice cream away, explaining why she couldn't have any. Now, she's my baby but I'm trying hard to to overindulge her and break the rules just because she's so charming. But her crying nearly broke my heart. However, it was big sister that broke first, tearfully asking, "Mom, she's just so sad, can I please give her a bite of my ice cream?" Especially generous if you know what a sweet tooth she has. How could I resist that? So I explained again to E that I would not give her a bowl of ice cream because she didn't finish her dinner. Then left the table allowing L to sit closely to her and I heard her say, "E, you have to be good for mommy! please be good. You didn't earn your ice cream but I will share my ice cream with you if you promise to be good." and giving her a few tiny tastes. So I don't really know if that counts as sticking to my guns and having good, consistent parenting, but it was so adorably sweet.
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