Willow and the Baby

Whew! What a whirlwind.
Lily will be 3 weeks old on Thursday, and any fears we had about Willow adjusting to the little one have been unfounded so far. She loves that little sister!
But as some of the more experienced parents in our lives have pointed out, Willow sometimes loves Lily a little too much. What I mean by that, and as most of you know, is Willow tends to crowd the baby and be too rough with the baby.
Willow likes to hold the bottle during Lily's meals, but Willow, being a toddler and all, also likes to move the bottle around and tug it from Lily's mouth then plop it back in. Lily tolerates her big sister well, but when that nipple pops in and out of her mouth like that, her sleepy eyes flash open in terror (or pure annoyance).
Willow also is a tad, um, forceful with the pacifier (an object to this point Lily doesn't much like in her mouth). Willow doesn't understand why Lily won't take the pacifier, so she uses her long fingers to pry open the baby's mouth, and she exclaims, "Open mouth!" Instead, Lily opens her eyes ... wide.
And this morning, while Lily got in her tummy time, Willow went in for a nice, big hug ... by lying on her sister. Lily. Eyes. Wide. Open. Ooomph!

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