Brother Love & Other Random TidbitsSelena Mills
Abby and Wyndham. Wyndham and Abby. Could a magical toddler boy be any more smitten with his sweet baby sister?
I don’t know of any. Especially this close in age.
What I do know is that hangin’ with them? When they are like this?
It’s what gets me through.
Through all of the tantrums (toddler), life-hacks (wherein one’s life begins to kick one in the ass), sleeplessness (teething baby).
They play together, poke each-other, kiss and lay on one another. They look for each-other first thing in the morning (well, perhaps after milk and a bum change). The last head they want to smoosh, or pet, or tickle – good-night.
We festooned our room today, as a co-sleeping paradise – so now Lil’ Abner has her own little bed (Gulliver crib), nice and flush up next to ours.
Perfect to be rolled into/sleep in/play in. Pictures tomorrow. (Or maybe the next day). After I get her dreamcatcher and darling vintage mirror art up on the walls above her little nook.
We even put up thin stacking shelves under the window so we’re not tripping all over books on the floor. Or sleeping on them. (Our bed is often the hub of story-time)
In other news…Abby had her 6 month check-up and vaccination today. We live in a small-town that we moved to nearly a year ago now – where we still haven’t found a family doctor.
So we frequent a lovely prental/post-natal clinic here that takes care of people like us. Urbanites who are lost in small towns. Doctors, it would seem, are scarce around these here parts. Meh.
The deets? Lil’ Abner is delicate no more. She’s a bouncing 17.5 pounds and 69 cm, long! Booyaka!
See you on the flip-side when the swelling of my eye goes down. (Toddler smack-down. Have you ever gotten one of those?)
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