Saturday, November 22, 2014
I can't say that Evan understood when we told him a baby was coming, and he was going to be a big brother. He seemed excited, and possibly a little nervous. When Duncan got here Evan seemed even less sure about the whole baby thing. Duncan was a crier. He cried more like a 3 month old than a newborn. In other words, the boy had a good set of lungs! He was cranky and needed his Mommy a lot. This cut into Evan's Mommy Time, and that was hard on all of us. In spite of all this Evan was a good big brother. He was a good helper to me when I needed something for a diaper change for Duncan. He brought "Duncan's Briefcase," which was the changing pad. He'd sit close by to observe the proceedings, and announce the state of the diaper. If it was a monster pee or turdlets. When Duncan started to try to roll over from front to back, Evan cheered him on. "Roll over! Roll over!" And when Duncan cried his big brother patted him on the head and said, "It's ok, Duncan." Or sometimes, "Duncan, be happy!" He looked out for his little brother, and was ready to be his first playmate.