Brothers in arms

An English Mamma in Stockholm: brothers siblings playing in a boxThe boys have reached amazing ages: Little O is chatting, chatting, chatting all the time and asking questions about everything; and Baby E is now walking and has started at preschool and loves being around the other children.

And they are getting to be good playmates. Of course, there are still fights and arguments and pushing and pulling of hair, but that won’t really go away, I think. What there is also now is hugging and kissing and holding hands and actually the start of them playing together. It is wonderful to watch.

I’ve written before about my concerns about how the boys would get on together, but now we’re at a stage when I can really only see the advantages of having two children. I think that I worried more because I am an only child; I have no real experience of what it is like to have a brother or sister (much as I used to tell people that the dog was my brother, I don’t think he really performed as a little brother should…). Husband is an older brother and he and his younger brother are close, which did give me confidence, but their stories of fights throughout their childhood did give me some cause for concern, I have to say.

I know that this phase with Little O and Baby E won’t last forever, so I am determined to enjoy it while I can.

The Gallery: Together

An English Mamma in Stockholm: boys on pulka sledge snow

Now that Baby E is 14 months old and Little O is almost three, the boys have really started to interact with one another and can even “play” together for short periods. There are hugs and kisses, punctuated with the occasional shove, and Little O is becoming increasingly protective of his little brother. Yes, sometime his cuddles are a little too hard and knock Baby E to the floor, but on the whole they get on well these days.

It is amazing to watch, especially for me having grown up as an only child. I don’t know how long this phase will last, until they reach ages that aren’t so compatible, so I am just going to enjoy this togetherness while it lasts.

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TheGallery

Why not head over to The Gallery at Tara’s place and see what everyone else has posted this week.

2012 – month by month

Although real life became a little too busy in the end last year, I really did want to participate every day in the 365 project and linky over at The Boy & Me. Considering that we had a new baby, bought an apartment and then spent five months renovating it, I think I did reasonably well to take a daily photo for 232 days of the year. What really caused a problem for me was the lack of internet connection for two months after we moved. I lost the incentive at that point, I’m afraid to say.

But then I saw a last linky for the year from The Boy & Me. Yes, she has generously set up a linky for those who want to show their favourite photos from each month. And that I can do!

An English Mamma in Stockholm: January to March

Apr-Jul 2012

Aug-Oct 2012

Nov-Dec 2012So these are my 12 favourite photos from 2012. It’s incredible to look at them and see how Baby E has grown from a newborn to a sitting, crawling and now standing baby and how much older Little O looks compared with in January last year. My little boys are growing up fast.

Photo 366 challenge – week 15

So again I am playing catch-up on my blog. I really should get my act together a bit better. Maybe if the lovely spring weather were to return hat might help? Unlikely? Well, I’ll just have to be stricter with myself once we have the apartment sold. I cannot wait for that moment, so that we don’t have to live in a super minimalist, echoey white box any longer! I want to be able to have things out on surfaces and not have to wipe down and polish everything every time one of us touches it. Hrrumph…

Enough of the moaning. Photos instead.

Day 100:

Easter Monday best

Little O all dressed up smartly on Easter Monday. It was a little challenging to take this picture as often now when he sees me with the iPhone poised to take a picture, Little O will run up to me and try and see what is on the screen.To snap this one, involved me running backwards with him running towards me. This is the point where he had me cornered in the kitchen and I just managed to snap this before he tried again to take the iPhone from me.

Day 101:

Swinging

We met up with a friend at the playground, where she and Little O shared the basket swing.

Day 102:

In memoriam

We flew down to southern Sweden on Tuesday night and then the next day we went to my father-in-law’s funeral. These were the flowers that we had chosen for him. The service was beautiful – very fitting and a good memorial to him. You might just be able to make them out in the picture but the small blue flowers woven into the display are Forget-me-nots – a flower from a Hungarian song (Kék Nefelejcs).

Day 103:

A future Little Buddha meets Buddha?

Little O (a future Little Buddha?) checking out a Buddha fountain in a furniture store.

Day 104:

Wedding day memories

I took Little O and Baby E a couple of kilometers down the road from Husband’s childhood home to visit the castle (Häckeberga Slott) where we held our wedding reception. Unfortunately, Baby E slept through the visit, but Little O had fun exploring.

Day 105:

King of the castle

The next day we visited another castle – the one that had been our second wedding venue option – Svaneholms Slott.

Day 106:

Brotherly cuddles

Little O, Baby E and I had stayed on with my mother-in-law after the funeral on Wednesday while Husband flew back up to Stockholm to tidy up and prepare for the open house sessions for the apartment sale. These days really helped Little O to become more loving towards Baby E and on Sunday he asked two or three times to hold his baby brother. It filled my heart with pride.

Siblings

I’ve actually had this post saved as a draft for a couple of months now – just a few little comments to remind myself what I was thinking about and to act as a prompt to write it up. And then today I saw this week’s Parentonomy prompt.

So, siblings…

In the last few months of pregnancy I become increasingly worried about the effect that the arrival of Baby E would have on Little O. It is also something that I had no experience to draw on, being any only child, and looking at Husband’s family did not help matters as there does seem to be some favouritism by his parents. I kept on going round and round the worst case scenario in my head: Little O feeling that he was being overlooked with the arrival of Baby E. I could imagine the tears, the sadness and then the resignation. It was something that I was determined that he would not feel.

To combat this, I did what I always do in these cases: I read, I researched, I read some more. One great book that I downloaded on Kindle was The Second Baby Survival Guide by Naia Edwards, which covered topics like sibling rivalry, attention-seeking behaviour by toddlers and gave tips on how to juggle life with a toddler and a newborn. And a quick google search reveals many helpful websites, including this page on Gurgle and this one on kellymom. We also bought a few books about babies to read with Little O (two by Rachel Fuller (Waiting For Baby and My New Baby) and There’s a House Inside My Mummy by Giles Andreae), which we read with him in the last weeks before Baby E’s birth.

On the day that we came home from the hospital with Baby E, we found that Little O was almost beside himself with excitement about meeting his little brother. Over the next couple of days, this turned into a little bit of resentment about how much attention this little interloper was receiving. I think part of this was because our initial approach was to have Baby E shut in our room when he slept, which meant Little O only really saw him when Baby E was feeding and that created some bad feeling – to him it must have seemed that Baby E was getting lots of cuddles. I consulted the book again and changed strategy and had Baby E sleeping in his carrycot out in the main part of the apartment. Little O was then very keen to stroke him, but often a little too heavy-handedly. Through trial and error, we found that if we encouraged him in his stroking and removed him from the situation and distracted him with toys when he became too aggressive, we could create some harmony. I say through trial and error – we had a few incidences when Little O realised that if he hit Baby E or poked him hard, he got a reaction, albeit a negative one, from us, and so he would do it over and over. Simply distracting him with a new game or a new way to play with his toys stopped this negative behaviour though.

In one way though, the opposite of what I had feared has happened and sometimes poor Baby E has to take a backseat. If both of them are crying and it is just me with them, then Little O is the one who I attend to first, in most cases, simply because he is the one who would understand and be hurt by me focusing on his little brother over him. From what I read this is the best way to handle this situation and can actually help the newborn be less fussy and grow more independent.

Now, three and a half weeks in, Little O already seems to adore his baby brother, always comes in to our bedroom in the morning to say hello to him, wants to cuddle him and to help with changing his nappy. Of course, there are still, and will continue to be, moments of discord and rivalry, but I feel much happier than I did in late pregnancy. I just hope that their closeness in age will translate into closeness later in life. Excluding, of course, the many battles that we’ll see between them – they are little boys, after all!