Oh my baby, my baby, my baby. He takes So.Much.Abuse from his big brother, and yet he keeps on smiling and laughing and treating us all to the fresh air of optimism that is often so desperately needed when you’re stuck in an endless cycle of diaper changes and naptime coordination. I vow to take more pictures of you, Ethan, and to start reading to you – one of these days – and to protect you from the pushing, kicking, tyrant that is your brother, Max.
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This made me smile.
What a sweetie!
(And I keep promising my second daughter I’ll print at least one photograph of her before she turns two. We’ll see…)