Noah and I were waking Luke up this afternoon to go in to work and Hannah started fussing. Noah stopped what he was doing and said, "Mama, Hannah is crying. Let's go check her."
"Alright! Let's go!" And I jogged into the living room to check on Hannah. Noah ran behind me yelling, "Stop, Mama! Wait! I check Hannah!"
"Okay," I agreed. "You check on her then."
Noah leans down over Hannah who is sitting in her Boppy chair and says, "Whazza madder, Hannah? You want chur paci? Here. Here's your paci." And he plops it (almost gently) into her mouth. :)
Such a good brother!
[Hannah spit the paci out as soon as he walked away. :) She's gonna be a feisty little thing.]
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