First Born

Ivy, our first child, had a brief moment in the spotlight of only child-hood before Clara came along.  Ivy

Clara arrived happily and then spent the first year and a half of her life projectile vomiting and screaming. It was a rough transition for everyone.Clara crying

Then, just when Clara stopped covering us all in vomit and our ears stopped ringing, Jane was born.Jane peering

Suddenly Ivy, the one who had known the status of only child (if only for a moment), was part of a commotion of children.

The girls, no park involved.

Ivy asks us questions and no one hears her. She complains that we interrupt her but she talks so quietly no one knew she was talking first. Ivy is begging to be heard. Clara and Ivy

And we try. We really do. But it’s, well, a commotion around here.

And, judging from her project she brought home from school, Ivy obviously thinks so too.If the whole world was listening what would you say?

Poor girl.

8 comments on “First Born

  1. Man, I can relate! With 4 girls, a toddler boy and a new born, we have frequent wars at the table over who interrupted whom…especially when they all love to tell huge stories!

  2. Holly says:

    I like that answer, for a lot of reasons. Silence is underrated 🙂

  3. A. Mouse says:

    I only had one brother and I still experienced the same thing – it’s the curse of being a quiet person. 😉

    • Jessie says:

      See, that’s the odd thing. She’s not really that quiet until she’s telling you something from the back seat of the truck and then she uses a tiny soft voice. And then, when you ask her to speak up she talks quieter! Seriously. It’s ridiculous!

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