We did a pretty good job preparing Cakie for becoming a big brother. At least emotionally. He loves the little dickens. He loves him hard. I often have to intercept before Trucker becomes suffucated by Cakie love. Here are some things he has said:
When we arrived home from the hospital with Trucker, I foolishly expected Cakie to run to us yelling, “Mommy! Mama!” Instead he ran to his brother, yelling his brother’s name. His uncle took a video of the moment, which I got to watch later. My son is leaning in to the baby, singing a song to the tune of that big purple dinosaur’s “I Love You” song. His version consisted entirely of the baby’s name, I love yous, and ended with a rousing dancing on the Trucker! It went a little something like this: Trucker, Tru-cker, Truck-er Truckeeeeer I love you my little Trucker, with a Trucker Trucker, dancing on the Trucker Trucker er er er er eeeeerrrrrr!
Here’s some other sound bites from my son’s first week as a big brother:
I really like Trucker. I really like he.
He’s so sweet. (Pause.) He’s YUMMY!
He wants to drink mommy. Mommy, he wants to drink you.
This one happens often if someone else tries to pick the baby up:
Hey! Dat my baby brother. Dat my brother!
He was sitting next to my honey and he wanted to hold the baby. Then he didn’t want to hold the baby. A said, “Are you nervous that the baby will cry? Because babies cry a lot. It’s ok.” He replied, “I don’t want to be nervous.” And made it clear that he was not going to hold the baby just yet.
He likes me!
No teeth! No teeth! Babies have no teeth! Just a mouth and a tongue.
I’m sure I’ll get a bunch more. We had only one moment so far in which he said, “I don’t want he.” But that moment passed and has yet to return.
BTW– I give up on Smiles as a blog name. It doesn’t stick. He’s Trucker. Just Trucker. What a long strange trip it’s been…