Proud Big Brother

Having a second child is a very different experience than having your first.  There are so many things that you know about and have been through:  the doctors appointments, weird pregnancy symptoms, preparation needed to have a newborn in the house, etc.  But there are also some things that are new.  The big one for us was preparing an only child to be a big brother.

T's first response when we asked him if he wanted a brother or a sister was "No."  Not an auspicious start.  But by the end, he kept asking me if it was time to go to the hospital to get his brother yet.  I kept having to tell him "Not yet."  I do think that this was partially driven by the fact that our plan was for him to go spend the night with his friend Max while I was in the hospital.  He was super excited about this, and that was a huge relief for me.

But at any rate, when the baby arrived, T was very excited and he keeps telling us that the baby is "Sooooo cute!"  And keeps touching/poking/kissing/hugging/laying on the baby.  Ian has learned to squawk loudly and quickly when he's not happy with the level of affection he is receiving.  Perils of being the second child.  Some examples are below.

 "Ta Da!"

 "We are playing in our house!"

 "Let me hold Ian."

 Under Gram's quilt.

 This one, I had to put a stop to.  After I took a picture.

Ready to go to Mass.