A Not So Turkish Life

Baby Big Brother

Cat Stevens and running on the spot giggle fits, nursery rhymes bounced out on the bed, unprompted by me spontaneous snuggles and kiss-attacks, this morning your brother’s mostly slept leaving us alone like old times, except now, in-between loosing yourself in the laughter of games, you remember T is home too, run to check he’s ok, ask me to bring him to join in our fun – you’re a fantastic big brother, little M.

Watching you assist with nappy changes, the helping role you’ve assigned to yourself, your belly, naked against the summers humid heat, cries out to have raspberries blown vigorously upon it; wrapped in a towel post-grown-up-baby-shower, cheeky grins reveal the humor you almost hourly express: all messy curls and wrinkled feet and grown-up-crawls, you’re still just a baby yourself, biggest one.

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