Out of anyone in the family, Cole has had the hardest time adjusting to welcoming Tess. And who can blame him? He was the baby of the family and Momma's special little boy and then WHAM! This little, noisy thing comes into HIS house and takes all of HIS momma's attention.
Needless to say, he's not Tess's biggest fan.
But he is getting a little better. I've really tried to give him extra attention and special care. I've also tried to get him to help with Tess and interact with her more. Just the other day I was able to get him to give her some kisses, which is a huge step because previously the only thing he had willingly given her were punches to the face and a phobia of blond toddlers.
It was pretty dang cute, even if it did have to end with my stopping his precocious kisses. (Tess was starting to freak out a little from all the love.)
In another sign of progress, Cole has started to come tell me when Tess is fussing. He has a very limited vocabulary right now (not because he can't talk, but more because he's not so interested in it), but he comes up to me and says something along the lines of "Baby cry". (Whether or not he's the reason for the crying is another matter...)
Hopefully as Tess gets bigger and more interactive these two will become good friends. Or at least not arch enemies, which is all you can really hope for with siblings, right? (Just kidding.) ((Mostly.))
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Maren, I am back in blog land! Your little princess is beautiful!
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