Feb. 20: Andrew thinks that his new little sister is pretty wonderful. When he met her in the hospital, I suggested that he touch her on the nose (Granny wisely had suggested a kiss on the forehead). Today he probably touched Sylvia’s nose 40 times. It’s his little way of checking in. “I want to touch Sylvie’s nose.” Fortunately, she can sleep though a gentle nose-touch. Today he bent down to kiss her forehead and then went back for two or three more kisses. She’s very kissable. And Andrew isn’t a boy who gives kisses too freely.
Yesterday, Andrew was prancing around the house singing to the tune of “Mary had a little lamb” “Where did little Sylvie go, Sylvie go, Sylvie go? Where did little Sylvie go? I want to see her.” And he pronounces “little” “widdle,” so it’s especially enduring.
Before his nap earlier this week, I asked Andrew what he thought he would dream about today. “I’m going to dream about Baby Sylvia,” he said.
And today as we were leaving the house, I asked him who was in our family. “Daddy,” he said, “and Mommy and Andrew and Sylvia.” I think he has the new family member thing figured out. I feel so lucky to have two so amazingly sweet babies.
Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia