Hugo and Jack are about three years apart, and crazy about each other most of the time. Jack is 16 months old and Hugo is pretty much the sun in his sky. Hugo can sometimes be mean to Jack in the usual big-brother way. Having been the recipient of teasing and beatings from my own big brother growing up, I always side with Jack. Of course at his age, you can’t blame him for anything. I always praise Hugo for being kind and patient with his little brother. But last week, they broke my heart. Continue reading
I love it when Hugo assigns the role of a superhero to his baby brother Jack. The first time I remember it happening, Hugo was playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Hugo was Raphael, my husband became Leonardo and I was Donatello. Jack was crawling around good-naturedly, wanting to be near Hugo. By virtue of his lightning-fast reflexes and Zen-like calm, baby Jack had naturally become Master Splinter. Continue reading
I kept trying to write about Jack’s new toddler bed yesterday, but I was continually thwarted. I will take that as a hint that there’s something more urgent that I should be blogging about. There are lots of things up in the air for our family in the new year (even more than usual).