Kembe is such a little parent to Karis. He likes to scold me if she isn’t dressed by 8am. He begs to prepare her bottle and give it to her. He follows her around the house, making sure she doesn’t put anything in her mouth or touch something she shouldn’t. He tries to beat me to her crib when she wakes up, and loves to push her in the stroller. We’ve started calling him the “manny”.
Jafta and Kembe have also taken it upon themselves to teach her how to walk. Fortunately, she is perfectly happy with their help. It takes a village, right?
