Paul and I were IMing the other day, in the midst of my battle of wills with Aiden. (aka: naptime. I always win, but he always puts up a formidable fight.) He’s just about nine months old, which is about the same age both of my boys went through the I’ll-sleep-in-your-arms-thank-you-but-will-scream-as-soon-as-my-back-touches-the-mattress phase.
Paul said it was a good thing we’ve got Aiden, because Boy Blue is at the supercute age of 18 months. When Little Red was this age we said, “he’s so cute. He needs a brother.” Boy Blue is at that same cute stage, and Aiden helps keep our “he needs a brother” thoughts in check. We’re not ready for another yet.
Thanks, Aiden! 🙂