Brothers

I LOVE this picture. Not because it's a particularly gorgeous photo or anything. I love it because it's a picture of my little boys together, doing the same thing. I know that they are just laying on the floor together (really, that's all Ryan can do anyhow), but it somehow signals the start of many things they will do together. I SO look forward to the days when they will be playing in the yard together, riding bikes together, making up games and silly songs together.

Every single day I am thankful for my own brothers. Even though we now live in several different places around the country, there are few people in my life that I am closer to. I know I wrote about this before, before Ryan was here. Now I'm just happy that he IS here and my two little boys can begin the process of becoming brothers and best friends.

People keep talking about "sibling rivalry" and warning me that Jacob will regress and begin acting out as a result of having a new baby in the house. Am I delusional to think that it's just not going to be an issue? Because I really don't. Of course Jacob will have moments when he doesn't want to hold the baby or listen to him cry. I have those moments, too. And sometimes he will act like a big baby to get attention. He did that before. And sometimes (or ALL the time) he will talk excessively so that I am paying attention to him. He definitely did that before.

So I'm just not that worried about how this new addition could possibly affect him negatively. He still gets plenty of attention. I still love him like I did before. Amazingly, there is not a finite amount of love that you have to divide amongst your children. It just gets bigger and bigger.

Except for the excessive little boy butt-wiping I seem to be doing lately, this whole thing is turning out to be even better than I imagined. I love my boys.