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Friday, August 9, 2013

The littlest mother in the house

Victor's face is in no way indicative of his feelings for HopeAnne.  These two have a very special relationship.

At least once a day, my very active seven year old asks if she can hold her brother. She calls him Buddy.

Immediately her hyperactivity and inability to focus are gone as she cares for Victor.  And a little Cosby Show doesn't hurt.

She talks to him.  "Don't cry, Victor.  Don't worry, I understand.  I was a baby once, too."

She sings to him.  He's either going to love or hate the musical Annie.

She's not afraid of his crying; she speaks softly, gently jiggles, or changes position.

She is a very nurturing littlest big sister.

Unfortunately he's getting so big so fast that I don't know how much longer she'll be able to hold him.
But until then, I know a little voice is going to come to me each day, "Mom, can I hold Victor now?"

1 comment:

  1. So sweet! You know just yesterday Alex asked me if she can hold Victor when we visit. Man if she's asking to hold your baby, imagine what it would be like if we had another baby!