Bringing Tallula home has, in a lot of ways, been difficult for Poppy.
She’s been occasionally broody. And serious. And kinda-sorta ticked off.
And she let me know, sister or not, that she wasn’t very happy with me for bringing this new person into our home.
She’s been usurped.
No longer the baby of the family.
She hasn’t made it easy for Poppy to go gently into her new not-the-baby-any-longer niche.
You get the picture.
Add potty training to the above scenario and, well… that’s what it’s like to be me lately.
Poppy is finding her smile again.
She is finding her voice again.
And she has decided that maybe having a little sister is okay. Sometimes.
And it’s a beautiful thing.