Last night Raphie had a hard time getting to sleep. Michaela on the other hand was wide awake. About 8:00 p.m. I decided to try and rock him to sleep. I put the 13 year old in charge of Michaela. Of course every little thing would startle him as he was drifting off, i.e. the dog barking, people coming and going and the phone. Finally I had nearing got him asleep and big sister decides she has had it with the little sister, and carts her upstairs. Of course I know that the jumpee and the exersaucer are NOT about to passify her by this time. So what is a Mom to do? Rock them both. Of course I already know this is trouble from the get-go. I will not be able to get out of the rocker holding both, laying one on the floor to get up will cause screaming and wake the other up. But, dad is due home soon and he is sure to rescue me. “Give her to me” I say.
So I manage to scoot her into position… all is well, or so I thought (I would have loved to have a video camera going at this point.)……
Did I mention that Michaela was WIDE awake? I think I forgot to mention that she is the one full of piss and vinegar. So she’s lookin’ around (I can tell the wheels are a turnin’) and low and behold she spots the binkie in very heavily-drowsy twin-brothers mouth. Now, mind you, brother doesn’t to much care for the binkie unless he is sick or VERY tired. With much precision and quickness, Michaela grabs the binkie with one fail swoop and pops it in her mouth. (She certainly could not have done this with any more precision. She can’t do it even when she wants to!) Raphie startles, looks around, sees the binkie in HER mouth and looks at me with disgust as if to say “Mother, did you see that? That’s my binkie…. It’s blue, NOT pink and it’s mine. Are you gong to get it back?” And I the horrible mother that I am, trying so very hard not to laugh loudly and actually trying to ignore (I guess I am still in awe) what just happened, just stare at him like he was nuts. Michaela on the other hand, noticing that she is having a general aggravated reaction from her brother, again with much precision, takes the binkie form her mouth, swings it above her head as if to say “na-na-na-boo-boo, I took it from you!” and just as fast as she plucked it from him snapped it back into her mouth, laughed loudly (carefully NOT to loose it), and put her head on my shoulder and pretended to be asleep!
By this time, poor devastated little Raphie starts screaming like he just lost his best friend. There was no consoling him. There was no way to get another binkie, I was stuck in the chair. So I had to listen to ear deafing screaming from both sides as I laid her on the floor (after all, she was the cause of all of this!) and got out of the chair, swooped her up and off to bed they both went screaming (I did manage to get him another binkie, hers) and closed the door. I could hardly contain myself with laughter …….
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