Sibling rivalry

Yesterday at 5 PM (about 12 hours into siblinghood), Dutch said "Mom, it's not easy being a big sister." At 4 this morning, she flung herself at the foot of my bed and said "Mom, I have this feeling I know isn't true, but it's what I feel, and it's making me so sad! I feel like you love Anaximander more than me!"

She's still calling her sister (who will be named, for the purposes of this blog, Skipper) Anaximander, and referring to her as "it" most of the time.  And now she refuses to go to daycare, I'm pretty sure because she's afraid that if she leaves us alone with the usurper, she will lose traction on our love.

Phew. This is complicated.