A good big brother

That's what I am!  Since I'm the older brother, I'm supposed to look out for and help Mason. At least that's what mama tells me.  She would know because she's the older sibling.  Hmm...so is dada.  How come he never tells me about the responsibilities of being the oldest? 

Anyway, lately I've taken these conversations to heart.  I like to help feed Mason his bottles and his solids.