Despite the first 6-7 weeks of hell*, it seems that Joey does have a nurturing side. Multiple times per day now, he gets up in Ben's face and kisses him, albeit too close for my preschool-exposes-you-to-too-many-germs-to-be-near-a-newborn comfort. He also tells anyone who cares to listen that he loves baby Ben. My two favorite moments thus far were somehow captured. (That never happens.):
I walked out of the room for five seconds (literally) and it was too quiet... I feared Joey had climbed up on the changing table where I'd foolishly left Ben unstrapped. Sure enough, he had climbed up there, and he looked at me when I walked in, and exclaimed, "Mommy, I'm OKin' him!" (Every time Ben cries and we can't immediately pick him up, we say, "It's OK, Ben.") And then this past Sunday, he gave Ben a lesson in counting. Lying in his pack-n-play, Ben's head was turned toward the door, to which we have stuck a bunch of magnetic numbers and letters. Joey asked, "What do you see over there, Baby Ben?" Never mind Ben can't even see that far, even if he could see over the edge of the pack-n-play. "Do you see letters and numbers?" And then he went to get them, and teach Ben about each number...
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