Brotherly Love

Many of you remember that I was a bit "concerned" when we found out that baby #3 was to be a boy. After all, I had spent EIGHT years with a sweet, calm, loving, and quiet (I know, it's hard for me to remember Lindsey as quiet too) little girl. We all know how much I adore Trey, but the thought of all that "boy energy" that he brings into my home being doubled was a frightening thought. Frankly, there sometimes is more energy and wildness than I can handle, but there are also moments like these ...
Trey and Tyler ADORE each other. Today, we were at the park and Trey was in a little tunnel shaped like a turtle with two other kiddos. Tyler waddled up and climbed in the turtle with the big kids. Trey said, "Oh, this is my baby. He can walk really good."
There is nothing to make a mama's heart swell like the boys laughing so hard at each other. We park at Lindsey's school and wait about 20 minutes for her to come out (crazy, I know, but it really is the best way to manage the traffic). By the time she gets out to the car, the boys are laughing so hard and usually have all the moms in the cars around us laughing with them.
Today, Trey was spending a little time in self-sent time-out. He had been playing a bit too roughly with his brother. I got on to him and he said, "I'm going to time-out!". He went in his room and shut his door. Tyler proceded to peek down the hall, walk to Trey's door and see if it would open, then lean against the wall next to the door and wait for brother to come out. So sweet!
So, as much as I hate to admit I'm wrong, I LOVE having my boys. They are so funny and so sweet.