Riley will now pat and kiss my belly, and tell his baby brother hi. Well, he does this with the spontaneity of a trained seal, which is to say I'm not sure it would occur to him to do these marvelous things if Daddy wasn't nearby saying "Let's tell the baby hi! Let's give the baby a hug!", but I'll take it. Having my son tenderly pat my enormous belly and shout "HI [BABY'S NAME]!" into my navel is possibly one of the best parenting moments I've experienced to date.
I am choosing to focus on these sweet interactions rather than the memory of last week, when we visited a family friend who had a young baby. JB ended up holding the 6-month-old for a few minutes to see how Riley would react, and oh, our boy's face. He stormed over to JB, demanded the baby go back to her mother, and when she wasn't immediately jettisoned from JB's arms, Riley clambered into JB's lap and curled against his chest, his back to the baby, his eyes a well of despair.
Poor little prince. I very much doubt the belly patting and hi-baby-brothering is at all connected in his head to the upcoming appearance of a small, squalling attention-stealer, but like I said, I'll take it all the same.