Yesterday, Charlie surprised me. He started pointing to letters and yelling "A" or "E." He rarely gets the letter right, but it's clear that he recognizes them as letters, and I found that pretty impressive (he just turned 18 months). I was taken quite off guard by his skills, and I was thinking about how young he is when I realized that Violet was only a few months older than he is now when she memorized the entire alphabet.
This isn't a post about how smart my kids are. What I'm really talking about is how differently I see them. It was easy for me to accept Violet's milestones since she was an only child. By the time she knew her ABCs, I was already pregnant with Charlie, and she didn't seem like a baby anymore. But since Charlie is the younger sibling, I have viewed him as a baby for much longer. When I think about him learning the alphabet or speaking in sentences or someday becoming an older sibling, the first thing that comes into my head is, "That's crazy! He's my baby!" I guess that's what comes with being the youngest. Now I know why my family can't take me seriously.
2 comments:
yeah, we probably never will take you seriously. sorry.
too funny. i'm pretty sure graham doesn't know any of his letters. i suck. i just got devin ready for kindergarten.
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