Especially for Aunt Jessica!!

So I walked past the boys' bedroom door early this morning and heard quiet talking. I peeked in just enough to see that Liam had crawled up into the top bunk with Drew. Here's the conversation I overheard as I stood in the hall:

Drew: Well, does your baby cry a lot after he eats?
Liam: Oh, yes!
Drew: That means you're not burping him enough. You need to go 'top top bottom bottom middle middle, top top bottom bottom middle middle..."
Liam (accompanied by patting noises): Top top bottom bottom middle middle, top top bottom bottom middle middle.
Drew: You're learning how to be a daddy. See now, when you grow up you'll know how to be a good daddy.
Liam: Yep!
Drew: Is your baby tired now? Does he need a nap?
Liam: Oh no, he's not tired!
(Quiet murmuring I couldn't understand and then...)
Liam (singing): Good night, little smurf...sleep tight, little smurf..

And that's when I realized the "baby" they were taking care of was the stuffed 'Papa Smurf' Liam just got from his aunt this weekend!

Boys!

This was the scene in my kitchen last night as I cleaned up after dinner:




And the victory goes to.....



Somehow I can see this same scene playing out when they're 15 and 18!

Kiss it and Make it Better?

So, Drew got himself in a little trouble on Saturday and had to have a spanking. He was overly tired and very upset, and just sat in my lap on the floor and cried. And cried. Liam heard the commotion and came to see what was going on. Seeing his brother so distraught clearly upset him, and he began just kind of pacing around us, not sure what to do. Finally he came up real close, leaned in, and gave his big brother a tender kiss on the cheek.

Talk about breaking mom's heart.

Brotherly Love

The other morning Liam and I were down in the living room before Drew woke up. Eventually, we heard Drew get out of bed and begin to play in his room. Liam crawled to the bottom of the stairs and stood, waiting expectantly for his brother to show up. He didn't. After a while, Liam gave up and crawled back into the dining room to play. Pretty soon, Drew came down the stairs, asking, "Where's Liam?" (It's often his first question of the day.) As soon as Liam heard Drew's voice, he dropped his toy and scurried across the floor, shouting, "Doo! Doo! Doo!"