Monday, July 16, 2012

A good big brother

There is something to be said for having an older child when you have a baby.  The other day I called Elijah and asked him to come see me.  He told me he couldn't.  He needed me to help him.  I walked into the living room and this is what I saw.  He had picked Nora up and moved her so she could play at this little piano.  She was having a great time.  (He needed my help because he didn't know where to put her if he left.)