Mommy says I am a good helper. I like to take care of the baby. I keep him company and sing to him. I also throw his dirty diapers over the gate into the kitchen.
I don't like when he cries. I can hear him before Mommy does when he's in his bed. This time I tried to make him stop crying by letting him play with my Pirate Uniqua but he didn't know how to make her sing.
Since I help out so much, sometimes I think I deserve a reward - like getting a sip of his formula - Mmmmmm.
Man, last week was the weirdest week ever. First Mommy went away and was gone for days. And, sometimes Daddy would leave for awhile too. When Mommy came back, she brought a baby with her. He's kind of soft and squishy and he cries and Mommy has to hold him a lot. He smells nice though and I like to kiss him but sometimes they try to make me stop and tell me I have to touch him softly. He gets to have a bottle and I like to try and taste it too. I like to help Mommy change his diapers. Sometimes I like to have the baby around and sometimes he makes me freak out a little. I guess he's ok but I wish we could play together instead of just having to look at him.