Our lives are pretty crazy these days. We have a rule at our house...everybody has to rest for at least 2 hours in the afternoon. Connor chose not to sleep yesterday during our rest time, and instead tried his hand at a little fashion design. I am not sure what kind of statement he is trying to make.
Today we had a weight check for Case. He is having trouble gaining weight (he was at 4 lb 12 oz today), and his doctor wanted to make sure that it is just because he is a premie and not because of any thing more serious...you can't see it in the picture, but he actually got stuck 4 times before it was all said and done. I had to be strong because my sweet Connor was worried about why the nurses were making his brother cry, but it is not easy to sit there and watch them draw blood on your sweet little baby.
I was able to catch this sweet moment of my big man, little man, and wee-man.
This picture is from the hospital. Connor has been so great. If he thinks Case is upset, he wants to know why. And he always reminds us "that's my bwudder." We have had one close call (I am sure it is only the first of many) when Connor picked Case up off the couch and was dangling him upside down by the hips over the hard-wood floor. Scary! He now knows that only Mommy and Daddy hold Case.
