Sometimes brothers are great…. L reading to R even though L can’t read yet.
Sometimes there is love…
…….. and fun!
Sometimes they unite and look darn cute doing it.
Sometimes there’s a bit of rivalry (look at me R… NOooo look at ME!!!)
But at end of the day we like to be apart because we all hate each other, we don’t want to share and the only nice brother we have is a baby.
How deceptive are pictures. My day with a 9 year old, 4 year old and nearly 10 week old consists of moods from the pre teen, screams from the preschooler and the odd moan from the baby because he got woken up again.
Daylight is reserved for noise and nighttime is reserved for tiredly staring at the TV.
Late nights just to get some peace and early mornings because weekends are same as any other days.
The oddest part I keep adding kids … voluntarily and I don’t even drink!!