Wednesday, September 18, 2013

young siblings

There is something so wonderful about young siblings.  How much they love each other, how sweetly they care for each other, and how magnetizing their presence is to each other.  Sometimes I have to haul Jack and Brayden apart by their collars!  :)

Since Charlotte was born, Brayden has blossomed into the Big Brother of the Century.  He has helped Jack pick out his clothes, all the way down to his undies and socks, helped him get dressed, even helps him find his shoes and put them on.  He also loves to help give Charlie her bath, and I have to remember to be patient, to let him splash water and spill.  It is just his way of loving her now while she is little and can't do much else.

He talks so sweetly to her and always asks to hold her.  He holds her nuk in the car and finds her toys in the house.

She doesn't crawl yet, but she scoots over to what ever her brothers are doing and invites her curios little self into their trouble.  She loves their cars.  I always know that she has one when I hear Jack yell "NO SHAR-WETTE!"   One day we were driving home from the grocery store and Jack said, to no one in particular "Hey all you bad guys, this is our baby!  And if you take her or hurt her, we will punch you!  And yell at you!"  Needless to say he loves his little baby sister, too.  Even if his love is just a little bit rough, and occasionally terrifying for his little sister.  What can I say?  It is a wild, rambunctious two year old kind of love.  :)

I wish I could bottle their sweetness, save their love for each other for later.  For when they aren't so sweet on each other.  For the times when just a little baby love, a little sibling magic from their past would work magic on their hearts and would entwine their little hands together again.  Like when we walk into the grocery store and we are a line of mama and baby Charlotte in her seat, Jack holding my hand and Brayden holding Jack's (unless it was a day that Jack threw down a shrieking fit in order to hold just Brudder's hand).

Charlotte, who put that hat on your head?

They love, love, love books.