Little L. is still smitten. One evening when Zora was crying and Barclay & I were both busy at the moment, L. ran in to where she was waking up & snuggled her & kissed her & began to pat her (like we do) while saying, "It's okay, sister. Brother's here. Brother's here. Shhhh, baby. Don't crwy. I'm here." She was soothed a little (by his company?) & fell back to sleep! I told him that he could do that anytime!!
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Amen to that! Thank goodness to little helpers.
I used to think mom/dad had us so we could do all their work. Since I was the baby - my job was to get the remote. lol
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