Mostly Uta loves his little sister. He thinks she's the cutest thing he's ever seen and has decided to marry her when she turns five. He is extremely proud and protective, and genuinely delighted she has joined our family. But this is not entirely a happily ever after romance. Uta is human after all, and seven, and just the slightest bit jealous. Since becoming a big brother he has developed an overwhelming urge to punch. Papa H has to take him into the bedroom, equip himself with pillows, and let Uta punch his heart out. On some level he's just got to be frustrated, its not physically possible to give him the same kind of attention he had before. Baby's are squeaky wheels by nature, and Uta is doing a stand up job taking care of himself when he needs to. But something has to give on occasion. I'm glad when it does. His occasional melt down seems healthier than being a constant trooper.
This new violent streak is never directed at the baby. It will, however, surge to the surface in her defense. I made the fatal mistake of shushing her and Uta started posturing to hit me in the head. This girl will not get messed with on the playground. Her brother is a bonafide psycho.
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