Why does my daughter take two fluffy white unicorns and make them fight, squeal, and run away from fire, danger and each other? Why did she say, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Noooooooooo...they killed themselves!!" Why do they have to "wun and wun and gally-up and gally-up away from the fire"? (that one I know the answer to, it's more Bambi inspired play).
The easy answer is sugar...we made cupcakes and homemade raspberry frosting. The not so easy answer is that she is quite traumatized these days. One of the toughest things for a child is to have a new sibling. Especially when said sibling gets old enough to crawl around and steal one's things and eat one's animals. I try to imagine what it must be like for her right now. Let's look at the list:
1) She's living in a new house.
2) Her daddy, who was her primary caretaker, isn't around on a regular basis, although we try to visit him every weekend.
3) Her new brother is stealing all the attention.
4) She has to share her beloved Gwammy (also her primary caretaker) with her brother and her Boppa. Now that we're living with Gwammy and Boppa, she always wants Gwammy all to herself...she doesn't always get it.
5) Oh yeah, and she a paranoid, neurotic, upset, loud, fiesty two-year-old red head.
You know when it comes right down to it, I wonder if having a new brother is like being cheated on? Think about it...she had all the attention and thought that being a child was a monogomous thing, then, along comes an interloper. The interloper steals all the love...he's cute and cuddly...well, if she's anything like her mother, she would get super jealous...maybe this is jealousy? Poor, poor baby girl.