Oh my heart. Be still. Here I am writing yet another post on how my baby is growing up before my eyes. Two days ago I took my kids outside for a walk. Instead of plopping Abby in the stroller I decided to try out William's car. I tightened the lap belt and Abby, like a driving pro, gripped the steering wheel and started jerking her body forward, as if trying to make the car go. She loved it, and it was all William could do to calmly let Abby sit in his car, grip his steering wheel, and have all sorts of fun he should be having but is not because he has to ride the ol' boring car with "dead batterlys". (Not really, he loves his McQueen car, but really, really dislikes sharing anything with his sister.) I figure if nothing else, having a little sister is teaching him to be a better person; to share, to love, to give.
After a while, though, he did get over his two year-old selfishness and allowed Abby to sit in the car and ride. They both ended up having a great time!
William was constantly making sure Abby was right behind him! He wanted to be the leader, but didn't want to get too far ahead.