One thing I wish we could cure is his "urps"... We must have a spit cloth on hand at all times.
And, I must say, James and Lucas love their little brother to a fault. I'm afraid to leave him on the floor because they just might squash him in their excitement to entertain him. The swing gets pushed around and before I know it it's swinging on the fastest speed (no wonder we have "urping" problems), the bouncy is over bounced and toys are shoved in his face; fingers poke his poor little nose and eyes and... need I go on? It's brotherly love!
|Mom Haveman labeled these shirts for the boys.|