Wowzers...2 months and we're all still alive, speaking to each other and actually still like one another. Harper is really starting to take this big sister business seriously. If Silas is crying and I'm running around like a crazy person trying to get us out the door, she bounces him in his bouncy chair or giving him his pacifier or a blanket. She is almost always sweet and gentle with him. We're starting to think this might actually work out. :) And Silas is thriving with all this love. He jumped from the 65th percentile in weight and height to the 95th percentile. He's started cooing, smiling and grasping things. This is when the real fun begins.
Harper is also really good at the bossy part of being a big sister. She orders Patrick and me around like Silas is her baby and we are the nannies. "Daddy, get Silas! Calm Silas!" "Mommy, Si crying!" "Mommy feed Si." "Si poopy!?" Two kids makes for lots of comic relief.
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