Big Brother

In the months leading up to the twins birthday Ryan heard, repeatedly, how he was going to be a big brother.  A big brother to two babies.  At times he completely ignored our conversations while at other times he seemed to understand.  He would kiss my belly, twice, and say hi to the babies.  And we knew he knew what babies were because he pointed them out wherever we went...and he had a baby doll.  Of course, we couldn't tell what he actually thought was happening, but I'm fairly certain he didn't realize the impact these babies would have on his world.

Perhaps I'm biased but I've always thought he'd be a great big brother.  And I was right!  He is an awesome big brother.  He always wants to kiss the babies.  He's asked for the babies to sleep with him in his bed.  He goes willingly into the tub when a baby will be joining him.  He helps care for the babies...washing their feet in the tub, burping them, holding their bottles and throwing away their diapers.

The first time we took the babies to the doctor, Ryan stayed with Nonna.  He cried as we left because he thought we were taking the babies back.  It was so sad yet so sweet.  He gets so concerned when he sees only one baby in a room, as if one's missing.  He's simply the best big brother ever.  I digress.

First attempt at a family photo.  The beginning of chaos.

First time meeting his brothers, the first of many kisses.

So proud!

Greeting Ethan as he arrives home for the first time.

Holding Owen for the first time.  He was so excited.

Diaper change line.

So gentle.

So happy to share the tub.

And two of my favorite pictures from the twins hospital newborn photos.

So handsome.