Blowing & Drifting

For whatever reason, there have been relatively few moments with Vivi when I've said, "That's just like Julia!" Maybe it's that they're such different kids; maybe it's that I have a bad memory. But one little parallel has emerged in the last week: Vivi's insistence that we cannot share the handle of anything she thinks she's pushing. On Sunday at Target, she repeatedly and pointedly lifted my hands up and off the shopping cart handle so that she alone could hold on. Of course, I was the one doing the pushing, even if she was the one being pushy, so the cart kept stopping, which infuriated her enough that I could push again for a few seconds. And today, out for a stroll with her walker, she kept pausing to roughly push my hands off the handle. This interruption caused less trouble, since she's very good at going straight and fast.