Seth's Weblog

He can be such an animal some times. But he has a soft heart. He calls Arwen to come to his room to play with him. So far, she doesn’t come when he calls, but I can tell it won’t be long. I put her in his room with him and open up his trundle drawers that hold his toys. They play nicely. He talks to her, and loves on her without being told.

I realized today that although he is sometimes way too rough and thoughtless, like the time he laid on her face, it’s not all him. He hugged her suddenly today, not exactly gently, but it didn’t warrant the loud, high pitched scream from Arwen. I was in the room with them, and he popped up and looked at me when she screamed. I realized quickly that the squeals I hear from her are not always his fault.

After we’d get into it, hitting, pushing… my sister used to come at me, fists and all. I’d fall back on the couch, kicking fast enough to keep her from getting in a punch. And then I’d scream ‘cause it always brought Mom to get Sylvia off of me. Arwen is loud anyway, and she’s learning quickly, not yet a year old, how to get Seth off of her.