Big Brother, Little Brother

Lately, Emmett has been proudly telling me and anyone who will give ear, “I’m a big brother AND a little brother.”  And though there are days and moments when I feel like this poor “middle” child gets short changed,  he seems quite content with his place in our family.   And oh the way he manages to be the fun loving, always up for an adventure little brother and the sweet, caring big brother.

In all ways, Emmett really is the big brother and little brother right now.  Too big for binkies, but still small enough to tuck his Bear, Bear under his arm wherever he goes.  Big enough to hold his baby brother, but not too big to be held and cuddled.  Big enough for a pedal bike, but still wanting a push.  Big enough for Legos, but not yet to big for block towers.  I do think I rather like this age he's at...my little boy AND big boy.

 (Last week he  decided that he no longer needed his binkies at night.  Luckily he knew someone who just might really need them, so we set to work to “mail” his binkies to Montana to our little buddy Cache. (Note to self: if we ever again we need to deport a batch of binkies via helium balloons, DO NOT pick the rainiest, stormiest night of the year to do so.  Three failed attempts later (two hang ups in trees and one in the swing set) they flew out in the field just far enough to hover and totally freak out the neighbor's horses before Shane snuck out to get them….thankfully unbeknownst to Emmett.)

Just a little peak at my big, little boy in all of his cuteness these days...

Did I mention this guy now rides a bike, sans training wheels?  Yup-since July!  When we were down at my parent's last month, he showed off his stuff on their little "pedal bike." (As he calls them.)  I most definitely will sing the praises of the Strider bike.  He rode his for just over a year (from two years old to three) before hoping on a pedal bike with no training wheels and literally just taking off.

He holds my heart this big, little boy of mine.