Close from the Start…Rollin’ Along…
May 14, 2016
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I took both kids to my favorite bit of bonanza yesterday. My son attends a class that ended up cancelled without me receiving notification, but it ended up as an unplanned opportunity to bring both offspring to an activity because my mother has a cold.
My son continues to melt me with his gestures toward his sister. He views his child care responsibilities seriously; a pox on the parent who deprives him of his parade to our sofa or kitchen table carrying his sister’s bottle. I think one of his favorite duties, however, is the shared one of helping feed her. Now he’s starting to dab her mouth of milky drool when she is chillaxin’ in her swing. It’s all so sweet that I can barely stand it…but maybe it’s still the hormones…
My little man seems to know his sister’s hunger cues better than I do. On two occasions he’s heard her fussing and walked to the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle. As the Warrior Queen’s mother, I assumed it was too early for her to experience hunger pangs, but my son was correct on both occasions. She downed at least a couple of ounces.
The other day was another occurrence in less than two weeks of Mr. Man foreseeing his sister’s needs, which brings me back to the slice of heaven play spot. My son was enjoying himself among the other children. A beautiful day and the end of the latest class cycle prompted very few kids in attendance, but the quality enabled my son to find consistent playmates throughout the morning and early afternoon, so he was larking it up. I’m wearing his sister in the blessed carrier my sister-in-law gifted to us, chatting with a friend who met us with two of her cherubs. It was approaching the Warrior Queen’s next feeding, but usually when I wear her the meal delays. At that specific time she communicated no indication she was hungry, just continued to snooze peacefully cuddled against my chest. Suddenly, my son escapes the children’s play area (because he can work the child gate barricade). I assumed he wanted another snack, as is his usual protocol. But, this time he began fishing out all of his sister’s formula from my bag. Within a minute at most the Warrior Queen awakens and wants her meal…three for three, Little Man, well done.