Or some of us did. Others of us aren't so sure that a welcome is in order, unless it is of the "hello you must be going" variety.
Dorothy has actually been quite good on the whole. Her dad had to get stern with her when we first brought Owen home, because she thought he might be a squeaky toy for her. Once stern words were said, however, she seemed to realize that Owen is a tiny human requiring special treatment.
Dorothy was depressed, but now she is perhaps feeling a little better about things:
The thing that amuses me the most about her behavior is that at night when Owen starts to cry loudly, Dorothy hightails it out of the bedroom and goes and lies downstairs on the couch, until the crying stops, and she comes back. She does not find his wails to be a pleasant, pear-shaped tone!
The cats for the most part are rather indifferent to their new baby brother. Posy completely ignores him; and Plum is only interested in Owen's equipment, such as the cribs and strollers and whatnot.
We are all going through a period of adjustment, but are glad Owen is finally here!
Dorothy thinking back to when times were merry:
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Poor Dorothy. Woe is her.
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