Brotherly Love

I love the way sweet O is looking at his older brother. He was listening so intently to what his big brother had to say about the race car in the museum. He loves his big brothers and they love him.



O, refused to hold my hand while we were there. He wanted to walk like a big boy, but I told him he had to hold hands. The museum was just too crowded that day. He insisted that M or S hold his hand and not his loving mommy.



Twice, his oldest brother was his hand of choice...it melts my heart!



Even M got in on the hand holding duty....