We Shall Worry Together

I was out of town for work a few days last week, so basically don't expect Mila to take her eyes off of me anytime soon. She's in full-on MOOOOOMMMMYYYYYY Mode and I expect she'll stay that way right up until I leave town again for work in a few weeks.

Sorry, kid.

In the meantime, that means things like her sister having a birthday party at a hotel are a group event. If I'm going, Mila is going. That's just how it's going to be. So, while it would have been nice to focus 100% on Alexis during the entirety of her party, Mila. Oh, Mila.

The good news is that it just so happens that 6th grader girls loooooooove 3-year olds. The party participants were more than willing to blatantly fight over who got to hold or play with Mila. Mila, of course, thought that was the greatest thing ever. It was so great that she almost forgot she was there to make sure I didn't leave again. Almost.

Alexis, on the other hand. Of course she wanted it to be her day, which is easier to do when there's not a cute little distraction around. I thought she was jealous of the attention her little sister was getting, so I went to effort to fix the problem. I snagged a Mila, redirected some people, and lavished Alexis with attention.

That wasn't the problem.

It turns out that Alexis has had the same nightmare a whole bunch of times. The nightmare involves Mila in a pool and doesn't end well. The girls happened to be swimming when I sensed a disruption in the universe, but it didn't get better because, "MOM, I NEED TO HOLD MILA WHEN SHE'S IN THE POOL. WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

So ... there's a lesson in there and I think it might be something about weird worrying being hereditary. Not that I'm confessing to anything or anything, but there's a reason I'm the only one allowed to push the stroller down a hill if Mila is sitting in said stroller.

Advantage me, though. Mila will outgrow the stroller stage. Alexis is stuck worrying about pools FOREVER.