He's not heavy, he's my brother...

There's been a lot of chatter about siblings of our WS children on the blogs. We've all gotten to know Michael, Jamie, Simon ;), Emma, Ella and others through their antics with our families.
Michael is eight and LOVES being a big brother... he would have five more siblings if we let him. As it is, he adopts all the other lil' ones... he kept playing peek-a-boo at the Pinewood Derby with our Den Leader's daughter, who is four. He has a compassion and understanding for little kids and will be a great big brother for Brady as Brady gets older. I don't think he understands right now how different Brady will be --well, neither do we -- but I do think he can handle it. And for being an only child for so long - seven years - we really haven't had any jealousy episodes -- I think he is just very happy Brady is here.
He is always giving him hugs and kisses and wants to hold him. He tells people Brady always wakes him up, but a bulldozer doesn't wake Michael up so I don't know what he's talking about. :)

The brown-haired cutie patootie with Michael is his two-year-old cousin Jack.
(Of course, in the middle of this entry I have to stop and reprimand Michael because he's being obnoxious with his friend and I have to grit my teeth and finish this. Argh!)

As Brady gets older we are noticing he is looking more like Michael... he's even getting his ultra-blonde hair. Michael is the first person Brady smiled at, and Brady is always looking for him when he hears his voice. I think Michael will have a little shadow as Brady grows up.