Big brother

Owen woke up early this morning (shocking, I know) and because I wasn't ready to get out of bed yet, we were laying in bed while Owen kept trying to talk to me and I kept trying to go back to sleep. After about 20 or 30 minutes we heard Zora in the next room. Owen jumped up and ran into their room while I tried to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to get any more sleep. As I was pulling myself out of bed, I could hear Owen talking to Zora. "Good morning Zo. It's ok, your big brother is here." Zora is still fussing. "Do you want to read a book. Here I'll turn on the light. Look Zo, here let's read this book. Do you want your big brother to sit in your crib with you?" Zora is quiet now. "Sit down Zora, sit here and listen to the book. Sit down." And he starts reading. I snuck in with the camera to snap a picture but didn't quite get a good shot because Zora heard me and immediately started to stand up. What I really need was a video camera or some sort of tape recorder. It was so cute to listen to Owen comforting, talking to and reading to Zora. Of course minutes after we all got downstairs he was trying to knock her down as she reached for one of his toys. That's the paradox of a big brother, I guess. One minute they are comforting and protecting you and the next minute they are pushing you on the floor.