Sunday 27 February 2011

He ain't heavy, he's my brother

I'm not a big fan of airing clean laundry in public, but Harry was just TOO CUTE playing with baby brother this morning. He built a fort of pillows, got me to put baby brother inside and declared that no adults were allowed in.







Lest this get too cloying, never fear. Whilst Harry is being lovely with baby brother, he has me by my Achilles heel. Mornings start sometime between 5-6, and the "late" mornings follow broken nights. And if you thought the boy was potty trained, you probably think bears don't shit in the woods either.

2 comments:

Debbie T said...

What a great picture!

Nora said...

Awesome photo. Love to see the brotherly affection.