I don't know exactly when it started, but a few months ago, I started to notice that little Munchkin would help her big brother with something and say to him, "I got you." Or Munchkin would hesitate with something and Monkey would come to her side and say, "I got you." While Monkey has always been the helpful big brother, Munchkin has started to return the favor as the ingenious little sister. She helps Monkey find toys and sneakily get snacks from the pantry. The two often run off to giggle under the cover of cardboard box tunnels and breathe secrets into cupped hands pressed to little ears. There has has been a gradual transformation from two little individuals to one devious hysterical unit.
It's been about a month since my family and I moved from city life to a suburban existence. We're only 17 miles away from our old home, but life is quite different in a house with a yard than in a highrise. Here are a few signs that I'm not living in a city anymore.
1) I see more rabbits than taxis. We see everything from ants and spiders to bunnies and chipmunks in our yard and in our neighborhood. I had to teach my bug-squashing kids that when we're outside, we're in the bugs' home and thus shouldn't kill every unidentified crawler that comes our way. Inside the house, all bets are off.
Patricia is a part-time working mom with a 9-year-old son (Monkey) and 7-year-old daughter (Munchkin). She thinks passing judgment on other parents comes easy, so why not (politely) pass judgement on GMvBM?