About three days after Pape was born, people started asking us if/when we’d make him a big brother. Depending on the day, we responded with either death stares or very eloquent phrasings like, “Umm… Well, uhh…” Lately though, we’ve been treading gently into ‘maybe’ turf.

And it’s a good thing, because our little fam just grew by one.

This is my brother from another mother.

We arrived in Budapest two days ago. Waiting for us at my parents’ house, among many other things, was a little guy named Abdou. (Full name: Abdoulaye Ndiaye)

Mimi, have you met Abdou?

We plopped Pape on the bed to see what his reaction would be. He first picked up a giraffe rattle and shook it a bit, but then his eyes fell on Abdou. He froze for a second, then LUNGED for him with a huge grin! He was beyond thrilled with Abdou. It was hysterical to watch them get acquainted.

Shhh… Naptime.

You may be surprised to know that Abdou is actually from Sweden, a little village called Ikea.

Playtime with GrandGlenn
Abdou, you need to learn to sit up on your own so you can play better.
Big hug!