Ah. Two children, both sleeping. So peaceful.
Frances is actually taking Isaac's appearance pretty well. She was a bit fearful, and also a bit sad to realize she was no longer the baby. But then it turned out the baby was pretty funny, and she switched over to enjoying him. She's been very gentle with him so far. Our main problem has been that she still has a bit of the cold from Hell, so we don't want her getting too close to him, and of course she'd like to rub noses and lick him and the like.
We were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, when suddenly we heard loud giggles coming from the baby monitor. Er. Isaac makes some interesting little noises, but nothing that sounds like that. Then I realize what it is. Frances is in the bedroom leaning over the baby's crib. Zoinks. Then I hear, "I got it! I got it!" Turns out, she had gone in to steal his pacifier (even though she has one almost exactly like it).
I retrieve the paci and return it to him. She comes over, pats his blanket gently, and reaches for the paci again. I think that sums up her ambivalence pretty well.