Monday Scott came in the kitchen, grabbed my hand and drug me to the living room while saying "come look mommy, I can roll over Bethany." Yes, my son was steam rolling his 9 month old sister. It looked a little painful as he rolled over her face and she neither laugh nor cried. I allowed him to roll on her so long as he stayed off her face and she didn't cry. After several rolls, he went to the kitchen to grab his daddy. Ryan, protective of his little girl, told Scott not to role but I assured him that they were fine. Indeed they were. Bethany typically laughs at his the things he does like knocking her over, rolling her over, etc. Maybe they will survive.
Scott is recently becoming more of a climber, jumper, physical little boy. Bethany was still laying on the ground and Scott was standing at her side. I was enjoying their interaction. That is, until Scott looked at me and said "look mommy, I can jump". He jumped straight up in the air and landed on Bethany's back. She was on her tummy and pushing up to her knees when one of his feet dug right in. I gasped long and loud and Ryan came right back in to assess the situation. I can't even remember if Bethany cried. We spent the next few minutes trying to explain that he could hurt her (like a two year old understands that). Will they survive? The cute part of it was when we asked if he wanted Bethany to go away like Mocha (the dog that got hit on the driveway) and at first he said yes. But at the next second, he said "no, I love Bethany, I don't want her to go away". Yes, he truly does love and adore her... so far
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I think Scott and Jack would be good friends. Jack is not allowed to jump on, roll over or wrestle with his OLDER siblings because HE HURTS THEM. The three year old hurts the six and seven year old. Thank goodness we've had no cracked noggins or ribs yet.
I think Bethany will survive - she just may be one tough cookie by the time she goes to school!
But it does make your heart stop when they do stuff like that...
I remember many, many times my older brothers using me as a wrestling dummy. One time the oldest pile drived me head first into the carpet. That one HURT and even though I was 4 I remember vividly my brother begging me not to tell my parents.
I also remember him being lazy and feeding me a moldy pb&j sammie thus resulting in me spending the afternoon throwing up and him having to wash my blankets.
Big brothers are fun. Good luck Bethany!
haha...what a cute little boy!
Too funny!!
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