A Sort of Rite of Passage

The Boy loved his Jumperoo, or Bouncy Thingy as we called it.  When I showed The Boy this picture he was like, "It's The Little Boy."

 

I said, "No, that's you."

 

"No it isn't," he responded, "it's The Little Boy."

 

There was no convincing him. Though, to be fair, they do look a lot alike.

 

Evidence - The Boy, January 2010

 

 

 

The Little Boy last week

 

Brothers

I'm an only child. I grew up socially maladjusted and lonely, and though I never yearned for a sibling I'd be lying if there wasn't a part of me that thought my childhood would have been easier if I'd had a brother or sister.

 

It was because I never felt strongly about having a sibling myself that I didn't immediately feel the need to have a second child after I had The Boy. I'm sooooo glad the urge to have a second grew on me, not just for the sake of having The Little Boy in my life, but because I've not only got two little boys to call my own but I also get to watch them be brothers to each other. Even now, when they're wee, it's really special watching them together.