Things are starting to get really fun around here. Do I want to pull my hair out and scream because Ben is working long hours and these two boys really know how to push my buttons? A thousand times, yes! But don't let anyone fool you. Parenting is tough. Mothering is really hard. But take heart, the good is so much better than the bad is bad.
Eli will be 9 months next month. He is so much fun these days. Crawling, growling, pulling up, always trying to get into whatever it is that Isaac is doing. He'll follow you around the house. Belly laugh at your ridiculous noises and faces. And he loves, loves kisses and hugs from his brother. That baby is so full of joy and it blesses me beyond measure.
I love that these 2 will never know life without the other. I am so grateful to have 2 little boys so close in age, that will grow up together and be best friends. And it's so fun to already witness that happening.
It took Isaac a while to warm up to "E-i" (as he calls him). When Eli was born, Isaac was just 22 months old. Not even 2! He really had no idea who this baby was, where he came from and how long he'd be around. He would give him a kiss when I asked him to, but he didn't really show any interest on his own. And he certainly never initiated any interaction. But slowly, as he realized this baby wasn't going anywhere, he started talking about him, asking about him, talking to him and then showing him affection. And now, he can't even take a nap without giving him a hug and a kiss.
And he includes him in his play! I love that. I've been waiting for that. (Okay, not all the time. Most of the time it's "Uuuughhhhh! Da bay-by!! Mom! Get da bay-by!" because he's trampling on Isaac's railroad tracks or taking his cars).