Thirteen

I'm not playing favorites. My two eldest wild things- the tween and the teen aren't any less cute or funny than the baby. But as you've seen, I blog way more about the toddler than I do of his elder brothers.

Blogging about elder children can be complicated. I have to walk a fine line between showing off their fun-spirited and wild hooligan selves, and maintaining privacy for them; something that even if they haven't thought about it yet, I have.

The last thing I would ever want to hear from them is "Mom, you embarassed me!"

But today I am going to talk about my eldest son, and I don't think this is anything that ever could embarass him. I hope.

These photos were taken of my eldest and youngest sons a little over a year ago. They are among my favorites because of the cute factor. Not many moms wouldn't be thrilled to walk in the back yard and find their eldest son rocking the baby to sleep with such obvious enjoyment.
See what I mean?



I love his smile here:



But his natural affinity with his baby brother isn't what I want to talk about. It is his heart. His wide open, sweet natured heart. This boy constantly surprises even me, the mother who thinks highly of him and expects great things of him.

Teen Wild Thing- I think I love you!