Brotherly love

Every morning my mom gets Wyatt out of his crib and they go to the playroom or downstairs to get breakfast. He always looks in the room and on the bed and asks "baby? Ma?" (yes, this is what he is calling me these days!) My mom tells him where we are but as soon as he sees me, "baby! baby! Hold! Hold!"

This morning I was nursing the baby in our bed and Wyatt crawled right up next to me and got as close to her as he could and kissed her head. Then he just sat there and said, "baby, baby!" He gets very upset, to the point of tears if he can't always see her or hold her. There is no doubt in my mind that he LOVES his baby sister.

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