Brothers

Yesterday I brought the boys to my parents' house.  I've been worrying about leaving them while I'm away, so I was relieved they were excited to be there and not at all concerned with me leaving.  After a busy day being spoiled by grandma & grandpa, it was time for bed.  My mom and I read them "one more book" after "one more book", and then we went downstairs.  

My dad was glued to the video baby monitor.  We were all curious to see how they would fall asleep while sharing a room.  


O started to cry.  

JD sat up and looked at him, got out of bed, and went to hug him through the crib rails.  Then he climbed up and into the crib.  He squeezed O's glow worm, and we watched as JD swayed to the music and O swayed in response.  I love watching them interact when they are "alone", and this was playing out even better than I had ever hoped.

JD climbed out and in a couple times, bringing more toys into the crib and soothing his brother.  When O fell asleep, he covered him with a blanket.  Then he climbed out of the crib, and it looked as if he was going to go back to his bed, but he just got his pillow, climbed back in and fell asleep next to his brother.

It makes all my other "things that make me happy" seem trivial when I realize how incredibly happy I am that they have each other.  I am so blessed to have such lovable and loving little men, and I don't remember ever being prouder of JD.

I was worried the flash would wake them up, but I risked it because I'm going to need this memory the next time JD makes me want to rip my hair out.