The boys think Nolan is the greatest thing since Easy Mac.
Preston calls him "my baby," as in
"Where is my baby?"
"I need my baby."
"I hold my baby."
"Mommy, my baby is hungry."
"I give my baby his blankie."
In fact, if anyone even thinks about giving Nolan his binkie
Preston will freak out.
That's his job.
Tyson has told me numerous times that Nolan is the cutest baby in the whole world.
"Mom, Nolan is the cutest baby ever.
He is even cuter than you."
Another day Tyson and I had this conversation:
T: Mom, Nolan has my nose!
M: How did he get your nose?
T: I don't mean he has my nose. I mean he has the same nose as me.
M: Sure buddy.
T: He also has my skin color.
M: Yep (who am I to burst his bubble?)
3 comments. . . I Love Comments!:
I had to catch up a bit! Love the stories, and love cute little Nolan. How sweet your boys are!!!
I hope B is just as helpful when my new little one comes. Glad to hear both boys are doing well with their little brother.
I can't wait for my baby to be better so I can come for a hold. I love the wrinkled fore head!
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