Mother Hen

Carlyn can not stand for Bowen to cry. If he even drops his lip, she is right there singing or playing with him. She informed me tonight that he didn't like to wait for his food. So she started to feed it to him, while I was getting supper ready. He didn't care. He was just happy he was getting to eat. It was funny to see how particular she was about how much was on the spoon and keeping his face clean.