Summit has been obsessed with babies lately. Anytime he sees a stroller with a newborn crying in it, he rushes over, concerned. He peers in at it, then looks at the mom like he’s wondering why they aren’t doing anything about it. This makes for awkward moments as I pry his grimy hands off the side of the stroller, apologizing for my child and carry him, screeching, away.
At home, he carries his baby around. It’s a stuffed doll with blinky eyes in it’s plastic head and it’s a boy. He bring it to me and acts upset until I play with the baby, cradling it in my arms and singing to it. I put the pacifier in it’s little mouth and Summit yanks it out, waiting patiently for me to make the noise of the baby crying and put the pacifier back in. It’s a fun little game. Summit is so sweet, he’ll make a great older brother someday. It makes me wonder….