two actual people

Durel and I spent some time thinking about how Jack would react to "the new baby's arrival."  And yet, we didn't want to overthink it. 

(Side note:  That is generally our parenting philosophy.  Think about things, but don't overthink them.  Read a book, but not five books.  So far, so good, I think.)

Anyway, we bought a few small gifts for Jack to be "from the baby."  No great shakes here.  I think it was some markers, a Darth Vader notebook, and a new Star Wars t-shirt.  Jack displayed an inkling of advanced analytical thought when he seemed puzzled that a brand new baby had gotten to the store, but we hastily glossed over that to rave about how great the t-shirt was, and Jack obliged.

So, once it became apparent that Jack really loved Sawyer, I sort of stopped thinking about it.  I guessed that we might have resurgences of big brother stress.  Like, when Sawyer starts chewing on all of Jack's toys because he can crawl to and manhandle them.  I'll be waiting for that.  (It's close.)

But at the risk of sounding completely dense (probably too late, so I'll forge on), I forgot to think about how Sawyer would feel about Jack.  

Because, dude.  Babies are a full-time job.  Is it time for a bottle?  Is he still allergic to dairy? (Yes.)  Did he have a blow out?  (Probably.)  What can he eat now?  (SO MUCH.  He really likes penne pasta.  It's cute.)  Are his diapers the right size?  Why aren't his feet growing into those awesome moccasins I bought him for Christmas?  How many teeth are coming in at once?  (FOUR.) How much does that suck?  (A lot.)  It goes on and on.

Last weekend, the boys were playing.  I captured some moments.  And as I looked at them, it hit me like a bolt of lightning.   

Look.  Look at how Sawyer looks at Jack.

It's like that scene in Elf where Will Ferrell is singing to his dad in his office:
"So, I'm HERE NOW! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, I LOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOU!"

Jack is still rocking the Christmas pjs.  Aw, yeah.

This.  I feel this in my heart.

They are two real little people!  And they like each other!  And Jack puts his feet on Sawyer and Sawyer doesn't even care!  Wow.

Hope you are surrounded by bare feet and adoring looks today.

Talk soon,
Heather