We have had quite the week in the Hutson household. On Monday afternoon, we got a call for our first fostering placement, a little six day old boy. We've spent the week getting used to having two little kiddos underfoot, and by underfoot I mean one underfoot and one put up as high as possible so that the underfoot one can't poke his eyeballs out.
Lila was very excited when I first walked in the door with Little Guy. She kept saying, "Buhbuh! Buhbuh!" That excitement was fairly short lived, however, when she realized that when I'm feeding him I can't hold her. She doesn't understand that he is fragile, so she continually tries to put her fingers in his mouth, pet his head, crawl over him, etc.
There was a point, though, a few days ago when I had him in the swing, but it wasn't swinging. He started crying, and Lila speed-crawled over to him, stood up, and started manually pushing the swing. Probably a little faster than he wanted, but it's the thought that counts. I think there's hope for her after all.
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