Some of the greatest joy in my life comes from watching my sons interact with each other. I worried at first if they would be able to coexist peacefully. I don't have that worry anymore. For now. :) (We'll see about that again later when Brighton is more mobile and better at stealing Greg's toys.)
It's so sweet that Brighton laughs hardest for Greg. It's sweet how Greg wants to come with me to get Brighton out of his crib when he wakes up, then peeks over the bumper pad and says, "Hi Brighton!" It's sweet when Brighton tries to give Greg a hug. It looks a lot like grabbing his face, but I think it's a hug. It's sweet when Greg says, "Brighton is sad. I help him." It's sweet that they play peek-a-boo in the car. It's sweet when Greg wants to hold Brighton on his lap. It's a pretty awesome life I live.
I love these boys!
Brighton sure does love his elephant that Aunt Carrie gave him.
Brighton in his sleep sack. Noel said he looked like he was wearing a potato sack.
What a cute smile!
One day, I was fixing dinner and Brighton was in his high chair. I was almost finished when Brighton started crying. I kept telling him I was almost done and that he was okay. After a couple of minutes the crying died down and eventually stopped. Poor kid. I guess Greg and I wore him out that day.
Greg is constantly cracking me up. Why is it that toddlers like the baby toys more than the baby likes the baby toys? Funny kid.
Oh my. Serves me right for leaving my stuff out.