Two Kids...

...are much harder than one. I think somebody told me that once, like somebody with two kids. But it is also a joy to watch E interact with Baby M.

Today she ran to me in the kitchen saying, "Help, Mommy! I need help!" She is an alarmist, anyway, often crying and screaming in pain when she can't get a sticker unstuck from her sock. So I wasn't too worried as I followed her into the living room to give assistance. Turns out, she needed help fixing Baby M's bouncy seat. He was wiggling and fussing, and she was trying to attach the toy bar...presumably to calm him down. She could only get one side fastened, and wanted me to attach the other side. I was so touched that she even registered that M needed calming, especially during another riveting episode of "Max and Ruby" (the Seinfeld of cartoons...a show about nothing, with bunnies).

This shouldn't come as a surprise to me, as she announced last week, "When I grow up, I can save people in a balance." That's "ambulance" in E-speak. Am I raising an altruistic child? A parent can only hope.