Rag Doll

For the most part little Bobby boy is treated like a precious porcelain doll, with utmost affection and handled with caution and care. There are a few exceptions. 

The little boy likes to play! No longer satisfied with just feeding and sleeping (and pooping!); when he's awake and fed, he wants to talk and interact. He wants people respond to his gurgling conversation, he wants fun and games, he wants to cycle his legs along while listening to animated stories. And when other people would call out his name or respond to him, he'll break into the sweetest melt-your-heart smile!

Most people would look at that smile and laugh out loud with joy! But not little miss Haana. Unable to quite contain the happiness bursting out of her, she gives her little brother big sloppy kisses smack on his cotton candy cheeks, and locks him in a bear hug! Then she buries her big (in comparison) face into his head and gives him more kisses and hugs. I lean in, jealous. I want to be part of this aggressive kissing circle too! 

Occasionally little miss Haana lets me in, and we both target 1 boy cheek each. But most of the times, I watch; laugh and complain how she treats the boy like a ragdoll, and roughs him up. She laughs and continues. Little Bobby boy doesn't mind at all. In fact, he's out there laughing, enveloped in hugs and cycling the whole time. Not quite a porcelain doll after all!