He Loves His Big Sister!

Emory is definitely owning her ‘mommy’s helper’ stage. {Thank goodness!}

If Boland is crying or fussy, a simple “Emory, can you go make Boland laugh, please?” is all it takes and she’s off performing her one-{wo}man comedy act.

Today’s performance was kitchen-themed. You know. The ‘ole spatula on the cheek trick works every time. “Mommy! He likes me!”

{He’s a pretty easy audience.}

And then intermission comes and he’s so very sad.

But not for long. She’s back! With jazz hands and all. And shows him how to eat a hot dog.

And offers him a hamburger. {After a few minutes, she back to me and said, “Mommy he doesn’t like my hamburger!”. I told her that he was too little to like the hamburger, but he sure loves his big sister! And with that she was happy again. With all of this help I’m getting from Emory, maybe a fourth wouldn’t be so hard right now after all. Hmmmm.

{Totally joking.}

{Kind of.}