Many people have asked how Max is adjusting now that he is a big brother. So far, so good, but it has been very interesting to observe his behavior the past few weeks. I feel it’s due time to blog about it.
On the day that Mini was born, we got a call from A’s father asking if we’d like to hear the birth from his cell phone. Yeah, doggie! That would be awesome! That morning I was
busily frantically packing our bags and Max was enthusiastically helping Mike load them in the car for the airport. The phone rang, I rushed outside to tell them to come in, and we all ran into the kitchen where we have a speaker phone.
We gathered around the phone and tried to be as quiet and as still as possible but that’s an impossible task for a 5 year old on a regular day. And this was no regular day so you can imagine the activity going on this side of the phone.
A’s dad said hello to us and said it was time; that she was just starting to push. From our end, we could hear hushed words in the background and the sound of A. crying in pain. Oh dear, I thought. What is Max going to think of this?
Max’s response was surprising for a young boy, but not if you really know how humorously precocious he can be sometimes. He was full of compassion and excitement. He was very talkative and cheered her on for 10 minutes straight. “Come on, A! You can do it, A! Push her out!”
We put the phone on mute.
A few minutes later we heard that wonderful never-to-be-forgotten sound of Mini’s first cry as she entered the world (after hearing her birth grandpa cheering “we have a head! we have shoulders! we have arms! it’s a girl! it’s a girl!”)
We wiped our tears from our eyes, took a couple of minutes to congratulate and express our excitement, then hung up the phone because we had to rush out the door to try to make our plane on time (which, by the way, meant we left our front door wide open and didn’t even realize it…my mom came by the next day and told us about it. Luckily no one came in and stole anything)
Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked here. This post is about Max.
He was such a proud brother right from the get-go. He happily told strangers at the airport about baby Mini and explained why we were getting on a plane to Colorado.
And for some reason, the fact that he was now a big brother meant that he needed a new “look”. All day he insisted on wearing these sunglasses:
And later, this hat
And thus, a time of outward expression began through his choices in what to wear. It’s got to have something to do with becoming a big brother. It made him more independent, I think. He’s starting to pick out his own clothes.
And clothes for his stuffed animals.
It’s hard to see, but this giraffe is wearing a newborn diaper plus a pair of Lightning McQueen tighty whities. Max will tell you that the underwear is really his shirt.
But the clothes that Mini wears? He could care less.
However, he does love this particular green outfit with pink flowers. He thinks she looks pretty in it and he wanted me to take his picture with her when she wore it.
Let’s just see how this “photo shoot” played out: