Months ago, when we found out that our little bean was going to be a girl, Miles glommed with all of his heart onto the name "Triton" for her, because he loves the solar system and Triton is one of Neptune's moons. We tried to entertain it, even for a middle name, and to his deep dismay, we shan't be using it for our daughter. We have a little party planned at a local eaterie this Sunday in honor of his rite of passage into big brotherhood and one of the gifts we gave him this week was a little Waldorfy Cuddle Doll, which he quickly named... you guessed it: Triton.
Today he wanted to take her out into the world and share her in his silky sling (hand-dyed by the amazing Wendy Cook). He has been nurturing her and practicing all of his big brother skills since we presented her to him. (She is a fair-trade cotton and wool Peppa Cuddle Doll and we got her on ebay, but they sell them at Down to Earth). He got a lot of positive little coos from the grandmotherly types, but can I tell you, in that hat, everyone thought he was a girl. Are boys who nurture that unexpected?? I have to ask. Maybe it's his eyelashes...
It has been really fun preparing him for this change because he is so nurturing and STINKIN' SWEET. He tells us how much he can't wait to help with the diapering, holding and nursing (!) and it just makes it even more exciting that he's so into it. There have been times where it's felt like this baby is more for him than for us. I know I have a few who will fight for the right to this title, but I'm pretty sure I'm the Luckiest Person Alive.
