Since Ellie got here, I've been amazed at how well Noah has transitioned. It's like nothing changed around here. He doesn't get jealous, he's not mean to her, and he doesn't get all that mad when I tell him to hold on a minute (which is like 20 times a day) and he only tattles on her a few times a day.
Today we were playing in Ellie's room and she grabbed a hold of his shirt. I took a deep breath because I just knew I was going to have the "she's just a baby" convo with him again. He started to whine, stopped and laughed and said "she likes my shirt...she grabbed, babies just do that Mommy" Ahhh...I can breath...no melt down because she touched him. He then put his sleeve out again so that she could grab it. Laughed his big ol belly laugh and smiled. Then he put his hand out so she could grab it and said "look Mommy we're holding hands!" My eyes filled with tears, and flashes of them walking together everywhere came into my head. I just know he's going to be such a good big brother (if he can ever stop tattling on her). I stopped, thanked God for my children and my husband. I love little moments like that where God shows you just what He's done for you in your life...make sure you thank Him!
