I will tell Oldest to sit on the couch and gently put him in her arms. I'll watch her watching him and she does the same thing I do, touch his tiny feet, kiss his head, put her fingers in his tight little fist. Then Middle has a turn and she holds him tenderly, not moving a muscle until I take him back. Youngest is next and she laughs at the sight of his little toes and you see her holding her foot next to his, comparing the sizes.
When it comes to changing diapers, I have an audience of 3 little girls. They watch me clean him and adjust his clothing and ask all sorts of questions about his "boy coochie" and how it is different from theirs. They see his umbilical cord shriveling and ask why it looks different from their belly buttons. They want to know why he sleeps so much and why they can't feed him from a bottle. They ask to see the milk come out of my nipples and if they can have some, too.
When I carry him in my arms, there is no end to the kisses on his head. I'll be holding him and cooking dinner when I feel a tap on the arm and I look to see Middle, or Youngest and they ask to kiss the baby. I lean down and they kiss him and return to whatever it was they were doing. Oldest is tall enough to kiss his head without asking me to lean over. They will run around the house and take a time-out to kiss his head, one by one, then run some more.
We were outside the other day, just playing and taking in the fresh air, when Middle comes up to where I am sitting, baby in my arms. She whispers in his ear, "I love you, cutie-pie" then kisses him and strokes his head. I just about melted. I worried about Youngest, she is such a mama's girl and I hoped she wouldn't be jealous of the baby. It was all for naught. She loves her baby brother and has happily shared her mama with him.
Nothing like baby love!