My brother and his wife and daughter, A, are on holiday in Nova Scotia this week. They spent Tuesday and Wednesday with us, and The Bairn was very excited to have a cousin close to his age (one year older) to play with. He talked and talked and talked about how A was coming to visit and then when she arrived, he found her a little overwhelming. One morning she came downstairs, took him by the hand and marched him off to the toys, while he called out in increasing panic, "Mommy-a, Mommy-a!"
Wednesday we visited Five Islands, so my brother could dig clams and The Bairn could do that which makes him happiest--run and cover himself in dirt.
Five Islands is on the Bay of Fundy, so it's a mud beach rather than a sand beach and the tide comes in very quickly.
A and The Bairn were all over the mud situation.
And A spent a lot of time "helping" The Bairn.
It's actually my brother who The Bairn has really taken a shine to. He requests stories at night about "Uncle" and spends long stretches of time looking at family "sotos" (photos), so he can identify his new favorite person.