This morning, Max was sitting on our bed and said 'I need a baby.' Janette was sitting nearby, so I handed her to him. He told me all about his sister, how babies cry and brothers say 'it's ok baby.' Then I told him I needed to get a picture with him and baby. The first picture is the hilarious cheese/squint/shove-baby-in-the-flash face. The second is a more accurate reflection of how he carries her around. According to Max, 'Max is a good brother.'
