"Bella....what are you doing?"

I sit here trying to breath away a headache before I take on the task of nursing. Her big eyes suddenly catch my attention.
"Bella..what are you doing?" I ask slowly walking over to her careful not to frighten her into any small disasters.
"I did it mom!" she replies such asurety that I too will be proud of her accomplishment.
As I approach her I see a sock in her hand and a sweet little foot poking through pants of our sweet little Grey. She then proceeds to take unbuckle him trying to pull him out.
"Bella, don't take him out.!" I say
" sorry mom."
"just leave him alone your waking him up."
"sorry mom."
She looks at me again with those big puppy eyes. No sooner do I see the binky that was once in his mouth, in her hands. He ferociously throws his hands and legs around struggling to deal with the binky now being shoved into his mouth.
"Bella leave him alone"
"oookaaay mom. Sorry mom".
Finally after 30 seconds of continuous attempts at reinserting the binky in his mouth, I quickly take it away from her.
"heeeeeyyy!" she exclaims.
High squeals and a gasping cry break through the air.
" don't cry Greyson. Don't cry." she carefully and sweetly says like I'm the one who inflicted such discomfort to him. Once again I'm the one made out to be the bad guy. She covers him up with the blanket and rocks the seat. His cries still coming, she looks at me again saying,
"I did it mom!"
"yes Bella. Good big sister"
And grey still is crying.