Playing... finally.

As we prepared to bring Liam home from the hospital, we weren't sure how a baby brother would affect Will.  Would he be jealous?  Would he regress?  Would he harm (intentionally or unintentionally) the baby?  We weren't sure.

As usual, all of that worrying was for nothing.  When we brought Liam home, only one thing changed.  After months of trying, Will was potty trained within two weeks.  (He didn't want to wear diapers like the baby.)  And that was it.

He didn't want to help bathe, change or feed Liam.  It would take tons of convincing for him to get close enough to pose with him in a picture.  He went on with things as usual, completely ignoring the new addition to our family.  No jealousy, no hostility, no interest-- whatsoever. 

Here it is, six months later, and the two have definitely warmed up to each other.  They compliment each other naturally-- Will gets to be the center of attention and Liam gets tons of entertainment.  As a matter of fact, Liam's fussiest time of day is when his big brother is napping.

The other day, after finishing breakfast, I went into the kitchen to clean up a little.  Liam and Will were still at the table.  I could overhear Will and I sensed that he was up to something.

"What are you doing to Liam?", I asked.

"Anything....", Will replied.

(He confuses the words 'anything' and 'nothing'.)

"We're just playing, mom."

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So... they're finally "playing"... well, sort of.