Oliver has been making me laugh recently with his attentiveness to Emmeline and his, well, other baby -- Cookie Monster. I'd noticed a week or more ago that when I was fussing over Emme in the evening, Ollie would go upstairs and get Cookie and his blue blanket and kind of fuss over them (usually covering Cookie completely with the blanket). When Emme cries, Oliver will often go and get Emmeline's blanket to help soothe her. So the same for Cookie.
Last night, when I was changing Emme upstairs, Ollie went and got Cookie. This time, his nurturing went a little further. He put Cookie over his shoulder and did the kind of swaying/bobbing motion I do when soothing Emmeline. We all went downstairs together, and when I sat down to nurse Emme, Ollie sat next to me. And then lifted his shirt and offered his chest to Cookie! Cookie, evidently, wasn't very hungry, so Ollie got Emme's pacifier instead and gave that to the Monster. The game wore out shortly thereafter, but Oliver's attentions to Cookie have sustained. It's truly adorable.
And if his childcare services aren't enough, there's more. This morning, after a rough second half to the night, I awoke to a familiar and yet out-of-place noise. Eventually, though, I placed it. Ollie had woken up, gone in the hallway, and turned on the still-plugged-in vacuum cleaner left there from my mid-day cleaning yesterday.
A man who cares for the baby and vacuums? This kid's going to be pretty popular come 30.
Last night, when I was changing Emme upstairs, Ollie went and got Cookie. This time, his nurturing went a little further. He put Cookie over his shoulder and did the kind of swaying/bobbing motion I do when soothing Emmeline. We all went downstairs together, and when I sat down to nurse Emme, Ollie sat next to me. And then lifted his shirt and offered his chest to Cookie! Cookie, evidently, wasn't very hungry, so Ollie got Emme's pacifier instead and gave that to the Monster. The game wore out shortly thereafter, but Oliver's attentions to Cookie have sustained. It's truly adorable.
And if his childcare services aren't enough, there's more. This morning, after a rough second half to the night, I awoke to a familiar and yet out-of-place noise. Eventually, though, I placed it. Ollie had woken up, gone in the hallway, and turned on the still-plugged-in vacuum cleaner left there from my mid-day cleaning yesterday.
A man who cares for the baby and vacuums? This kid's going to be pretty popular come 30.

