Oh but don't get me wrong, they get my attention, it's just usually in the form of a verbal warning.
Mia, balancing the chair on your nose is not a good choice!
Bella, stop tap dancing on your sister's back! What, are your tap shoes too loud to that you can't hear her screaching in agony?!!!
Mia, for the love of god, your lip gloss is not toe nail polish!
About a week ago, I gave up. My bar of acceptability, while I'm nursing, totally changed. Now, I pretty much let anything slide. I have to. If a sisterly dispute develops, it's got to play itself out. There's no way I'm going to unlatch Chance, find a place to store him, tuck in my who-ha's and then go discipline. No-way. Not gonna happen. Unless I see blood drawn, I'm perfectly content sitting on the couch, watching.
Mother of the Century!
But of course, my guilt kicks in. So, instead of trying to distract them with stuff to do while I nurse, I've started to include the big sisters. Recently, I've had to pump more milk in addition to the FOURTEEN feedings that I give him daily (unfortunately, Chance isn't gaining the kind of weight that he should be). So, now that I have extra milk to give for him, I have included the girls in this process and they LOVE it.
Mia has stepped up from feeding her real-sounding baby doll to a feeding a real live baby...
Um, please disregard the accidental, college flashback induced, beer-bong reference. Way tacky, I know! Not quite sure what came over me. Once white trash, always white trash, I suspect. :)
Or watch how Bella wants to keep Chance warm
Or how the girls read to him, or in Bella's case sing to him an adorable little made-up mommy jingle
All in all, each day gets better than the day before. Which is all I can hope for right now.