When a new baby comes to our house everyone gathers around (please excuse the messy office, these counters are hard to keep clean). One Saturday morning we had the privilege of helping care for a darling baby girl.
She was smothered with kisses. Loaf was particularly curious about this live baby, knowing that most of the ones in our home are dolls. Everyone wanted to know if we could get a new sibling. Rock said, "Yea, we haven't adopted anyone from an orphanage yet. I think we have a brother who lives in an orphanage."
Even the big girls, who know what a new baby would mean to our home and time, were smitten and thought it would be a good idea to have another sibling.
For the most part Loaf liked the idea of the new baby, until her daddy spent a little too much time holding the baby.
Poor Brick was sad when everyone giggled at his idea of just going to the baby store to get our own baby. He thought it was perfectly reasonable. He also currently thinks his birth mother is his same age. Grownup things are so difficult to understand when you are so little.
We shouldn't have giggled, but he's just so cute and I just adore his eyes. Some stranger said he had the most beautiful bedroom eyes. Smoldering. Brick just laughed.