Shannon Rogers (shannon_rogers) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-04-29 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, shannon rogers |
Who: Shannon and wee Reeve
Where: The nursery
What: Tending to Reeve
When: Late at night early morning
Rating: Low
Open: to Little Asgard occupants
Status: On going
"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, are you just going to yell the whole place down, until you get some attention?" Shannon cooed to the infant as she entered the room to the needy cries of young Reeve. She rushed to his side, not wanting the wails to wake Blank up. Carefully she eased him out of his pram, something he wouldn't really be able to stay in long, but Frigga had made sure to be well prepared. The room had been decorated with the finest furniture in Asgard had in regard to babies. Though there was a mix of earthy modern emminaties. A rocking chair for one. A mini fridge for another. She scooped up the little crying boy carefully. Taking a sniff to see if he needed to be changed as she moved over to one of the lovely Asgardian inventions, a milk warmer that filled a clean bottle once it was through warming, rather than having a filled bottle get hot. Her fingers were safe, and so was little Reeve. Shannon carried him over to the changing table and lay him down. All the while making little noises that usually worked to get a little one to stop crying. And it had only taken getting 'squirted' once to teach her to let the loose diaper lay in place for a moment as she snagged a fresh one from below. Quickly old was replaced with new, and she couldn't resist blowing little raspberries against that bare sweet little tummy. Even if it earned her hair snagged by little fists. Babies always smelled so sweet. |