Her Boyfriends Are Gonna Be in Big Trouble

I just wanted to say thank you to all for your lovely warm congratulations on Miss P, and just know that I read ALL of your posts on my bloglines feed reader, I just rarely have the time to comment. I know, bad BAD Gina. But I love you all, have no doubt.

When I found out I was pregnant and we told Mr. P he was going to have a sibling, he was so very happy he actually ran around screaming. Uh, in happiness, I assure you. The entire pregnancy, I kept telling him that he was going to be Miss P's most favorite person in the world. Because of course she is going to adore and idolize her much older brother. I mean, he's so totally awesome it was a foregone conclusion.

He has been so wonderfully doting on her that I feel like crying every time he interacts with her. He loves holding her, and he gets a kick every time her Moro reflex kicks in and she grasps his finger. He asks if he can go check on her while she is sleeping, and just generally likes to hang around her when she is awake. He sings silly songs for her, dances crazy chicken dances, and just makes life that much more fascinating every time he is around her. Mom and Dad? Totes boring after this guy.

So this morning she was up and I was burping her and Mr. P began one of his patented song and dance combos. It was a classic, something about chicken noodle soup. And what to our wondering eyes should appear as he jerked around spastically a la Elaine Benis?

That's right, a smile.

Her first smile, for her brother.

It makes me wanna cry, I tell ya.

Comments

Awesome Mom said…
It is nice when they can be friends. Evan and Harry are getting more that way now that they are not around each other all day bugging the crap out of each other. And of course I have to pry them off Daniel for his own safety.
9:46 PM
Autumn's Mom said…
What more could you want??? I'm glad they are so in love :) Enjoy the holidays Gina. Miss you!
8:41 AM
Anvilcloud said…
Aw, that's so neat, Gina. Nikki Dee is a little too young, herself, to react in quite the same way to Zach, but she does give him lots of hugs.
9:09 AM
Patois42 said…
Does the song go something like, "Chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup with a cherry on the side?" That's what my youngest sings, randomly, from time to time.

Blessings that they have each other.
9:38 AM
Maternal Mirth said…
I am smiling right now, too, thinking of Elaine Benis :o)
6:38 PM
Kelley @ magneto bold too said…
Awwwww... that girl is learning early how to charm the boys.

And Mr P is an awesome brother.
9:49 PM
J said…
What a sweetie. And by that, I mean both of them.

Enjoy this time. Eat it up. It sounds divine.
10:50 PM
Chris said…
Do we have Facebook yet? Cause I'm needing some pix of this lil' one.
8:23 PM
Heidi said…
I am so happy for you that Mr P is loving Miss P. She's a lucky girl.
8:04 PM
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