Growing Out On A Limb

i. am. big brother.

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That’s right.  Not just any big brother.  The big brother. 

I always stop to say “hi baby!” and “what doin’?”. 

I often ask mommy if I can hold the baby… and she lets me!  For some reason she doesn’t go too far though. 

Sometimes I tickle him.  Sometimes I play with his hands.  Sometimes I just look reeeeal close.  I know he loves me.  Mommy uses the word ‘gentle’ a lot – I know what it means but sometimes I need a reminder. 

But yeah… I’ve pretty much got this big brother thing down.  Did you expect something else? 

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Author: furrychocolates

30-something living in New Brunswick, Canada. Married with two adorable boys, piano player and teacher, curler, and enjoy all types of sewing and crafting.

One thought on “i. am. big brother.

  1. Oh my goodness! I love the big brother look! These are my two favorite men and more important men in my life. Their bond will be so strong and special…you can already see it.

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