When Isaiah was born I was immediately blown away with how different he was from the girls. He was a brut from the start. He had his first black eye at 5 months old because he was raring to go and jump off things and wrestle with whoever would give him the time of day. He made gun noises, car noises, and toot noises as a really young toddler. He ate dirt. He touched poop. Honestly, he was just...gross.
After we had him I prayed for him to have a brother. Sure, having sisters is great, but I could really see him longing for another boy. Once we knew we were having our last baby I prayed and prayed that we'd have a boy. I just knew that's what we'd get. The day we found out Eli was a boy I rejoiced for Isaiah, because I knew it would be a really amazing adventure for him.
When Eli was born Isaiah was a little sad to see such a tiny baby. The day after he was born he said, "Oh...He didn't growed up yet. He's still a baby! I wanted to play with him!" Eli had that same boyish spirit. He's so fearless and bold.
It's been so amazing to watch the boys develop into brothers. Isaiah is not ashamed to kiss his brother a hundred times a day. He loves him so much. When Eli was younger Isaiah would take his toys over to where Eli was laying and he'd play beside him. He'd put toys in his hands and make sounds for him. Eli would(and still does)just stare at him with wonder.
Now that Eli is crawling it is SO much fun to watch those two play. Isaiah will be sitting in the floor, and Eli will see him and crawl over and just start pounding on him. They'll just laugh and mini-wrestle around on the floor. Isaiah is still very gentle with Eli, but he's teaching him to be manly. Eli squeals and laughs at his brother. Isaiah can't wait for the day Eli gets to sleep with him in their bunk beds. He has a lot of plans for the two of them.
Such a blessing to have BROTHERS! Yay! I never EVER knew how much having boys would bless MY heart. I know now how Manly felt when the girls were born. My heart swells for those boys. There's just something different about having boys. Oh how I love my BOYS!!
My "I'm not an infant!!" BABY, Eli. Five months old. Crawling, sitting, standing, cruising! Where did his babydom go!?
Eli crawled up to me squealing from Isaiah chasing him. Isaiah said, "Go ahead. Take a picture of us wrestlin'!"
My big fuzzy-head boy saying "hi."
Eli looks a little nervous, but I promise he was having a good time. I think the look is from my camera flash, which is a little bright.
