When I found out I was pregnant with Phoebe, friends and relatives warned me that the second child would learn certain skills faster, having their older sibling as an example. I can categorically affirm this is true. Henry has adopted Phoebe as his own, insisting, "MY Phoe!" While this is certainly adorable, this week it has brought unforeseen consequences.
I caught them both on the stairs. Henry was sitting on the landing offering encouragement and tips. Phoebe was scaling them solo. It was a little like watching Rocky. This morning Henry was playing with his drum kit and Phoebe was mimicking his actions, beating her hands on the ottoman. Lord help me if I have birthed two drummers!
Henry is pushing her to walk and play with him, though if she makes a move for his toys he is quick to put her straight. I'm happy that he is taking such an interest in his sister and hope that she learns his affection and fearlessness too. Without breaking her neck.
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