Storytime

I'm not going to lie; there are days when I need to watch Abbey with Dylan like a hawk.  For some reason, she thinks it's funny to give him toys and take them away as soon as he shows an interest in them.  She also doesn't seem to understand that stuffed animals do not want to rest comfortably on his face.  She will bounce him much too hard in his bouncy chair.  I like to pretend that, with careful supervision, these are the things that are teaching both of them how to interact with each other.

There are other times, though, when I am simply touched by her gentleness and sweetness towards him.  She will rub his head softly.  When he is crying, she will sometimes stand near him and sing to him, attempting to calm him down.  Every once in a while, she will ask, "Dylan is coming too, right?" when we are getting ready to leave the house. 

There's not a question of how he feels about her; he smiles and laughs when she is around and will stare at her playing with a look of fascination on his face.  Watching her love for him grow is wonderful to see, and it helps me keep my patience when she is doing things like dropping one of her toys on his head. 

One evening, when I was making dinner, I heard her little voice talking quietly to him.  I looked over to see her reading him one of her books, including showing him the pictures.  Storytime in our house is special to me; I love reading, and I am thankful that books are one of the few items that always seem to hold Abbey's attention.  I am excited that she chose that ritual to share with him.  Truly a fantastic memory.