Well that did not go well. We're winding up a long weekend with all the kid's cousins, ages 11, 8, 5, 2, 18 mos, and 9 mos., and the kid has been bouncing around like a ping pong ball. It's like she has no sense at all of how she should act, like a baby, a big kid, or an adult, and as a result, she's been acting like a whiny, clingy, petulant mess.
It's not like she doesn't know all the cousins, but I'm definitely getting the sense that she is inexperienced dealing with kids of various ages. [As if to drive it home, she is, unlike almost all the other cousins, very happy to chat at length with the adults.We are officially raising one of those weird Manhattan miniature adult-children.]
And to top it all off, the kid's gone completely retro on the toilet training, which'd be fine if only she bothered to tell us before she had three accidents a day. We had to send out for diapers, because we'd only brought enough for nighttime and the plane. It's all weird and supremely annoying.
On the other hand, it's also fascinating to see kids at different stages--2.5, 2, 1.5, 0.75--all at once, and to see the similarities, and the differences in their development [and my siblings' parenting styles].
There's the baby who won't use a pacifier and who rolls back and forth across the floor. The one who's still on the binky, even after her mother once tried to go cold turkey by snipping the nip off in front of her. And there's our kid, who has eschewed all cute, short nicknames and insisted on calling it a "facifider", and who only/still uses it for bed. Tip of the iceberg, and a fresh reminder that whatever the commonalities, each kid and each family is different.