Little Big Brother

Some friends of ours had a baby boy (also their fifth) one month before Genevieve was born. That mom and I agree that it is not the fifth baby that makes our lives...um...challenging. In both cases, it is the fifth baby's toddler brother that makes things...um...challenging.

Oliver is 20 months now. I wanted to document was he is up to and in to these days.

He loves his cars and choo choo's.

And getting stuck going after them, too.

He loves talking on his plastic banana phone.

And sharing plastic grapes with "Baby"
"Gigi" is what he is calling her more and more.

He also shares plastic broccoli

and what else did he get at the plastic food store??

Ah yes, plastic red pepper!

When I remove her from the situation, he rests from all that shopping and sharing in her cradle.

When he sees me holding Genevieve, he'll often drop to the floor on his back and pat his chest, saying "howd baby"

He loves his Daddy.

He still loves to "cook", so he can be found waiting at the front door for his Noni while carrying around a skillet.

At first I discouraged him from climbing into the baby swing, but once he pops the tray down into place, he is stuck. Now I let him, and enjoy those few moments that I know he is not making a mess.

Becaue he is getting pretty good
at making messes.

He likes to play "down, set, hut"

and kiss his "Baby Gigi"
until he is plain worn out.