This morning, after Tyson's nap, I took him downstairs to nurse him. Trevin was upstairs, playing with his toys as he usually does. At the top of the stairs I hear "Paw Paw nap...seeping (sleeping)." I hear Tyson's door open and close a few times, so when I finish nursing the babe, I head upstairs to see what big brother is up to. I walk into Tyson's room and Paw Paw, Trevin's stuffed dog, is in the crib and Trevin is trying to cover him with a blanket. Trevin turns to me and says "baby tired...nap."
After a few minutes, Trevin said "Paw Paw cying (crying)" and decided to try and give Paw Paw Tyson's bink. He picked the dog up out of the crib (yanked him out, really) and tried to force the bink into it's mouth. It kept falling out and darn it, it sure is frustrating when babies don't take their binks. As the bink fell out of the dog's mouth for the last time, Trevin threw the bink down and slammed Tyson's door.
After a few minutes, we were back to playing baby and swaddling Paw Paw for a nap. Trevin kept saying "shh, quiet" and then he quietly held the dog as he walked down the stairs.
Looks like we've got a daddy in the making (okay, maybe not for MANY years).
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Erin, I'll have to post that pic on facebook..it was pretty funny. Trevin was doing a fabulous job of taking care of Paw Paw while we were there...he's such a gentle boy.
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