So it goes, anything we give Max to play with instantly becomes Noah's coveted toy. Give Max a toy and make the mistake of calling it "Max's toy" and Noah will be quick to correct you saying "Noooo, its Noah's toy." Such is the life of the younger sibling.
Here was Max this morning. Enjoying a little tummy time.
Along comes big brother thinking I don't know what hes doing but if he wants it so do I.
Scoot over!
Umm don't think we both can fit on here.
Is it going to be this way for me for the next 18 years?
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Don't worry Max, the younger brother is coolest! At least in my case that is.
Love the new pictures! Im glad that you are back in the blogging world! See you on Thursday:)
Thank god you're back. We were missing out Beaty boys update :-)
sweet words