Sisterly Love

Same age, same chair, he has a little bit less hair, he doesn't curl his toes like I did, he was a little less tippy for this photo shoot, but we're both cute as a button.

As I've mentioned before, I love my brother very much. As much as it irritates me that Mom and Dad can't play with me as much as they used to before, I can't imagine life without him and spend much of my day worrying about him. Like this week when we went to Momma's dentist appointment and the nice front-desk assistant held Nash while Mom had her teeth cleaned...well, I was immediately worried about Nash when she took him into the waiting area that I followed them just so I could make sure he was OK. He was. And on the way home I gave Mom a full report on how nice the lady was to Nash and exactly what she did with him.

And when we go to the park...well, I LOVE it when there are other kids to play with - especially girly-girls. But even when I'm playing with other kids I always make it a point to take a break from playing so that I can tell them that the little boy over there who's being carried by his Mommy is my baby brother and that his name is Nash.

Who wouldn't love a boy with such cute buns?During the day I help Momma take care of Nash. I am thrilled whenever I can be a big helper. Getting washcloths when he spits up, getting him toys, getting him fresh drool bibs, getting his washcloth and towel at bathtime, etc. So I was thrilled this weekend when Momma let me feed Nash. I think he was equally excited about it.

I can always make him laugh too.