Henry has developed a protective nature around Eleanor. He gets nervous when she touches the cat (our cat is insane and has been known to bite). This morning he practically wept with anxiety that I was allowing her to pet the cat. "Kitty's gonna bite her!". He also tells Chela, "Be careful!" when he sees her walking and holding Eleanor. It always makes Chela laugh. This morning Henry saw me kissing on Eleanor's fat rolls on her legs and he started doing it and he said, "She's squishy" and giggled. Then I went to put her down for her nap and he brushed his hand across her forehead, like he's seen me do a million times.
I love them both. A lot.
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