My big brother

He is funny. He sings and dances and makes me laugh and sometimes he imitates people or animals or characters he's seen somewhere and there is nothing I like more than watching him play!
He's caring. If I cry he feels sorry for me and comes to caress me or kiss. Sometimes he gets a big urge to hug me, and his embrace is always warm and tender. He let's me play with his toys (as long as he can decide which!) and he likes to show me things and explain what they are.
He's my role model. Everything he does, I'd like to do too. When he is playing I like to play like him and when he is singing, sometimes I join in with my baaabaaaabaaa! My parents had to anticipate the start of the weaning, for I didn't want just to sit around watching Oscar eating and get nothing myself, and actually the best way to stimulate me to eat is to have him right before my eyes.
He distracts me while I'm breastfeeding. He likes to stay around when I'm drinking from the milktanks -reading a book, playing with Hvati (my dog), singing or doing whatever he comes up with at the moment. When I hear him coming I stop drinking and bend my little body in an arch to see him. Then maybe he comes and tickles me and I laugh so much that the milk spills out of my mouth. First mum was a bit upset about this, for it meant that she was never sure if I was drinking well or not, but then she decided to lean back and enjoy these magical moments for they are only here now...
He can be mean. He is sometimes angry with me and hits me or grabs the toys I'm playing with. He does this on purpose, I know, but his purposes are always noble, for he thinks that I want to take away from him the love of our parents -when in fact all I want to do is to share it with him!
He is the best, and he is my big brother...