Yesterday I was trying to unload the boys and get them in the house with all of the groceries. Henry was screaming his head off and I thought I was going to have an accident if I didn't get to the bathroom quick. While I was washing my hands I heard Henry sound like he'd tired out and fell asleep. When I walked out I saw Grant kneeling in front of the carseat holding the binky in Henry's mouth with one hand and holding his other hand in his. Henry was starting to doze off and Henry's hand looked so tiny in Grant's hand. I was so touched and started telling Grant what a kind big brother he was and he said "Grant help. Baby, no cry." It nearly brought a tear to my eye. He'd never been super affectionate with anyone until Henry came along. Now he comes over to hold his hand or hug him several times a day. I'll try and remember this when they're 13 and nearly beating the snot out of each other. :)
-misty
