Now that I have two children, people frequently ask me, "What does Henry think of Harper?"
And my simple response is usually, "He really doesn't mind her."
And that's the truth.
In fact, when he comes downstairs in the morning and sees her resting, he grins and walks up to her, pointing at her face or her toes. Often he'll want to touch her eyes and her nose, and we usually let him, reminding him to be gentle. (Jaeger has been a blessing in teaching this lesson. We have always encouraged Henry to be gentle with Jaeger, and Henry knows exactly what that means.)
After a minute of pointing and gently poking, Henry usually wanders off as Harper is clearly less exciting than climbing in the toy box.
Though he doesn't mind Harper, he LOVES her baby gear. Several times a day I will find Henry playing with her swing - pressing the buttons and pushing the chair. Additionally, he spends a lot of time with her bouncy seat. It also has buttons for pushing, and occasionally he will store toys in the cupped seat.
But just today I witnessed a new phenomenon that doesn't necessarily come with having two children, rather it comes with having a son. As Harper slept beautifully and peacefully in her seat, Henry took his Matchbox car and ran it over her swaddled lil' body. I watched, a bit shocked that he just turned his baby sister into a racetrack.
I must give him props for creativity. There is no doubt that this boy has one heck of an imagination. And he is ALL boy. I'm simply praying that he doesn't use her as a pounding surface as his latest obsession is taking his play golf club and whacking the walls, tables, and anything else that stands in his way.