And So It Begins...

So the new baby has decided to go ahead and just get this sibling rivalry thing started already. Why wait? Poor Jack is sick with an ear infection and cold, so he's considerably crankier than usual. I was rocking him and rocking him this afternoon, trying to get him to sleep, but the poor child was just miserable. He was crying and fidgeting trying to get comfortable on my lap, which seems to be disappearing by the day. He seems to think my belly is just a big uncomfortable pillow he can headbutt into shape. As he was fidgeting in my lap, trying to find a good position, the baby kicked him right in the back, the hardest kick I've felt so far. Jack turned around and looked at me with big, huge eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh. To the baby's credit, it worked. He stopped crying for a good 20 minutes, and positioned himself off to the side as well. Jack seems to be taking it well, though. He was trying very hard this evening to share his trucks with the baby. He rolls them over my belly saying "Here Baby. Play toys." Hopefully, we'll eventually get that on camera. I'd like to have something to remind him that, at one time, he actually did want to share with the baby.