A few months ago one of our sort-of cousins had a birthday party for the whole family. They rented out this bounce/climbing facility and we all had a great time mingling while the kiddos burned off a lot of energy. The best part of all though was that they didn't come home with cheesy party favors but instead each got a free pass to return again. Which sadly we held onto for a while since I didn't really want to drag baby Isla there. But with Taylor out of town and lots of time to kill over the 4 day weekend, I got brave and took the boys. The problem is that there's plenty of parent seating but it's not exactly in a prime watching spot. Miles is still only 2 so it's not like I can totally trust him by himself.
I shouldn't have been worried at all. The boys were in heaven. Running, climbing, bouncing, screaming, playing, repeat... repeat... repeat. And when I wandered over to check on them this is what I saw. Truly I hadn't planned to take any pictures but this was just too cute to pass up. Ethan and Isaac holding hands, swinging around in a circle and then bouncing their way off the pillow thing. I love what a good older brother Ethan is.Occasionally I start to worry that maybe he's not good enough at this or that or that I'm not doing enough as a mother but then I see him being so kind and loving when I least expect it and I just remember that really nothing else matters. He's happy. He's a good boy. Everything will work out. And in the end all that will matter in 20 years is that he's still happy and still a good brother.
Isla was an angel (of course) and slept for a while so I actually plowed through a few parents magazines and got to check my email. Turned out to be a fabulous way to blow through a daddy-less afternoon/evening.