Ivy, our first child, had a brief moment in the spotlight of only child-hood before Clara came along.
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.
Then, just when Clara stopped covering us all in vomit and our ears stopped ringing, Jane was born.
Suddenly Ivy, the one who had known the status of only child (if only for a moment), was part of a commotion of children.
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.
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.