Selah absolutely adores her baby sister. She asks me several times a day if she can hold her and she is constantly around her, wanting to have some kind of contact.
You can't tell from a still photograph, but Selah is bouncing and patting Lauryn, and giving her sweet comforting words. "It's okay, darlin'.", "Don't cry, Lauryn. Shh ..." and so forth.
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"You want your pacifier?" (We're glad she's moved on from calling it a 'sucker'!) |
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"Aw, Mommy, she's giving me kisses!" |
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In a very concerned tone: "Oh, Mommy, the baby's cryin'! You take her now." |
And inevitably, as soon as I get Lauryn settled, I hear Selah pipe up, while patting her lap, "Okay, she's not cryin'. I hold her again."
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