The basher's umbilical cord finally fell off so we were able to give him his first real bath. Of course, the punk wanted to be in the middle of the action. It makes me so happy to see how much he adores his baby brother. He has a constant desire to be with his little buddy, and to softly rub his head or cheek. He has actually become quite good at helping me burp the baby, rhythmically patting his back until he burps, then looking at me with pride, like a puppy who just killed his first rodent. All of this involvement is lovely and sweet to watch, until he wants to be all up in my grill while I'm trying to nurse the babe, "helping" me adjust... ahem... the basher's feeding apparatus.
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