Lunch?

Today, Joe noticed his sister and I don’t think he liked what he saw. I can understand his fear as Rose is about twice his size and expanding by the day and if I was sharing a cot, which allows access to all areas including me, I too would be scared. Rosie is very fond of her grub and although she still only enjoys the delights of formula milk, solid food is not far off and once she notices Joe, probably closer than we think.

It was the first time that he really looked at her, really took in the reality of what lies beside him on a daily and nightly basis. Up until this point he had seemingly ignored her, his gaze focussed somewhere off in the middle distance. He is a pensive boy and we often ruminate on what he thinks about. Rose is not so complex. We agree that all Rose thinks about is food. Now it is clear what Joe is thinking. Since realising that the out of focus pink mound beside him that he took to be a huge pillow is actually his sister, he is worrying for his life. As we place her to the furthest extreme in the cot, we reassure him that she can’t yet crawl and he is safe. We have not mentioned that as each day passes she is managing to shuffle closer and closer. Apparently extreme hunger will drive humans to pursue the physically impossible to find food and this obviously extends to twelve-week-old babies. We could get another cot but I’m not ready for that yet. It would mean that my babies are already growing up and it’s just too soon for that. But I am also not ready to wake up one morning to find that Rose has eaten her brother.

It is a dilemma and one to which I think I should resolve in a speedy fashion as this morning when Rose gave me her usual gummy smile; I fear I spotted a tooth.