I'm amazed at the ferocity of love that my children have for their new brother. While I am smitten with his cuddles, coos, and that wonderful baby smell, I'm surprised to find his siblings feel the same. Even Sean....the child who relished his time as baby and his cuddles with Mom more than the others. Sean simply exudes joy with regard to his brother. Max is the first person Sean must visit in the morning. He will sit by the bouncy seat for large amounts of time just looking at the baby, kissing him, rubbing his hands or belly, and talking sweet nothings to the baby. He has introduced Max to all sorts of strangers with glee. If and when the baby fusses he has three musketeers who dash to the rescue.....a binky, a nag to Mom that baby needs milk, a bounce in his seat, or a blanket across his lap. It brings me such joy to witness the love they extend to a new little person. They have all had their schedules "rocked" a bit and have had to make concessions to keep the baby happy, Mom sane, and the house standing, and they have, so far, done it with joy and selflessness. A surprise to me and a gift to us all. Just like Max.