Every morning he wakes up with a designated favorite family member. The person whose name he calls from the crib must pick him up. No one else can. Then that lucky person lugs him around all day, eats meals by him, and is the only person who can give him his sippy cup, pacifier, or whatever else floats his boat.
Funny that all the kids go crazy when he picks them for a day.
And this morning he picked Ashton for the first time.
He must have forgotten how Ashton colored on his forehead with a highlighter as he sat helplessly in his bouncy seat at two months old. Or how Ashton will unlock the wheels of his highchair and spin him in circles until he screams. Or all the weapons Ashton has fired point blank at this soft little body. Wyatt's most repeated sentence is something to the tune of, "Ashin. Stop IT!"
But this morning Wy awoke yelling for Ash, his "broder" and it's been "broder Ashton" all day.
Ashton loves the attention. When I picked the boys up from child care at the gym the worker said, "Wow, that boy (Ashton) just can't stop kissing his brother. He's so tender and sweet." My kid?
Then this afternoon Ashton made the two of them a fort out of sofa cushions and read Wyatt a story. The magic continued until bedtime.
Tomorrow will probably be back to normal. But I'll take a break where I can get it.
1 comment:
Soo cute! Don't you wish for the love to continue on every day?
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