Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Just three months makes so much difference for a big brother. When Miriam was born any bodily function she'd have would freak Z out. He'd hold her for a few seconds and then pass her back, with a worried expression. When we asked, it was because he didn't want her to poop, fart, or spit up on him. We explained diapers and clothes are layers of protection but he was not interested. But now she's a little bigger and he's acclimatized to the messiness of baby life. So much so that after a little naked tummy time, he offered to help put her back in the cloth diaper! It was adorable to have him help and learn about snappies, covers and folding the diaper so it fits Ms. Miriam.