« Last post by Jack Granger on January 21, 2020, 07:01:33 PM »
"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" Miranda asked, a hopeful smile on her face as her gaze drifted to the little one on Jasmin's shoulder. She'd only had one child by birth, the other adopted when she was still an infant. It was no secret that Miranda adored babies, the younger the better.
"There's nothing to forgive, Miri," Jaz assured her, gently easing Amy into Miranda's arms with an affectionate smile. "Knock yourself out."
"Thank you," Miranda said, though whether it was because of Jasmin's assertion that Miranda needed no forgiveness or because she was setting the baby in her arms was uncertain. "Well, now, let's see what we have here," she cooed, as she cradled the little one in her arms and looked her over.
By all rights, Amy should have been at least sleepy after her feed, but she seemed bright and awake, blinking up at Miranda with unfocused blue eyes, waking her tiny hands about as she got comfortable.
Jaz grinned, moving to finish drying the plates and cutlery and put them away. "She's a gurgler."
"She's wide awake," Miranda observed with a hint of amused surprise in her voice. "You are wearing your parents out, little one, but you are wide awake," she cooed to the infant. "Let's hope she sleeps later."
"She's actually not that bad a sleeper," Jaz offered, wiping the dishes dry carefully. "Averaging about five hours at a time. So much better than Nolly was - that little mischief was three hours and up for three months."
"You have to take turns," Miranda suggested, though it was likely Jasmin already knew that. Like all elders, she was only trying to help, not realizing she was stating the obvious. "And you, little lady, have to be good for your parents and let them get some rest," she scolded the little one gently, while tickling her chin, though she knew there was no point.
Amy wriggled contentedly, burbling random sounds up at Miranda. Jaz chuckled. "Actually, it's keeping up with Nolly that's tiring us out!"
"Well, you won't have to worry about that tonight," Miranda said, with a soft smile for her cousin. "If there's anything I can do ... anything the family can do to help, just say the word," she said, speaking for the entire Granger family.
"We will," Jaz promised, putting the last of the plates away. "Honestly, though, really do pass on our thanks for everything. Not having to cook is going to make things so much easier for a few days."
"We do what we can," Miranda told her cousin, happy to have been of help, even if she was a busy body, at times. "She is adorable, Jasmin. Such a little angel," she said, giggling she caught a whiff of a familiar odor. "A very stinky little angel. I think she needs her diaper changed."
Jaz's grin could have been considered evil. "Well, the station is right there," she said, gesturing toward the changing table set up by the wall. "I know you know what to do. Have fun!"
"How very kind of you," Miranda said, sticking her tongue out at her cousin, before making her way over to the changing table. "I do remember how to change a diaper, you know," she said, sniffing as if she was insulted, though she wasn't.
"Oh, I know you do," Jaz answered. She knew Miranda was a safe pair of hands for her baby girl, after all. She did take the opportunity to unload the dishwasher, glad to have the freedom to do it without being pestered for once.
"Let's see what you look like, shall we?" Miranda said to the wee one, though she was not expecting a response, except for perhaps some irritation at being so rudely undressed. She carefully started peeling away the layers of the baby's clothes until she got to t-shirt and diaper, wrinkling her nose as the odor got stronger. "Peeyoo! You sure do stink for such a cute, little thing!"
"She's a stink bomb, that is true," Jaz agreed, the reason for her amusement getting more obvious as Amy's little present was unwrapped across the kitchen from her. The newborn herself only wriggled a little as she was uncovered; the house was warm enough for the removal of layers not to bother her too much.
"You would be, too, if you wore a diaper," Miranda remarked. "Wouldn't she, Amykins?" she asked, tickling the baby's belly with her fingers with she peeled away the diaper with her other hand. "Ewww," she chuckled at the "present" the infant had left for her there.
"At least it's just milk poop right now," Jaz pointed out with a laugh. "Just you wait until she's starting to wean - it'll get interesting then!"
"You can change her diapers then," Miranda remarked. "Of course, if you lived closer, I might be able to change them more often for you," she added with a shrug of her shoulders. Let it not be said that the woman gave up the fight easily.
"Nice try." Jaz threw her a grin, still putting the last of the cutlery away, but having an empty dishwasher was amazingly relieving after having it full to the brim for three days.
"You can't blame a girl for trying," Miranda remarked as she folded the diaper and dumped it in the diaper pail before taking up a few wipes to clean the mess off the baby's bottom. "So, shall I call the healer tonight and arrange for her to come by tomorrow?"
"That would be amazing if you could," Jaz agreed hopefully. "It would be so good not to feel as though something's going to fall out every time I go to the toilet."
"Not so amazing really, but consider it done. I'll text you later and let you know what time to expect her. And don't worry - she's very good and very discreet," Miranda assured her cousin, as she deftly re-diapered and re-dressed the little one. "There, all better," she said, taking the little up back up into her arms.
With the barest grumble, Amy settled back into her cuddle, apparently a little weirded out by having to warm her backside up again, but not upset by it. She then attached her mouth to Miranda's neck, licking her skin as babies are wont to do.
Miranda giggled, moving over to Jasmin. "I think your daughter is hungry. It's either that or she's a baby vampire," she told her. "Can you take her for a minute? I need to wash my hands."
"She just ate, she probably thinks you smell divine," Jaz teased her, reaching out to take Amy from her cousin. "Stop trying to eat the family, little miss. Not everyone produces milk wherever you suck."