Last Christmas we received a very special gift indeed, our beautiful, cherubic Harvey. All three of us have been nearly gaga over him since the day he was born, we are so in love.
Our precious Oscar has been a magnificent big brother. We are pleased and proud (and a little surprised, to be honest) that he has manifested so little envy, and instead has been watchful and tenderly caring. We've also been surprised at how soon they have become friends and playmates -- they amuse each other immensely. Oscar is enjoying his sibling so much that he has requested four more brothers, and he would like them all to share the same bed, please (like the Whos in "How the Grinch Stole Christmas.") Apparently his memory of mommy pregnant (think Clark Kent + kryptonite meets Bruce Banner + adrenaline rush) is mercifully short. Oscar is also planning on being Harvey's daddy. This is part of a larger scheme in which, after he has grown a few more years, Oscar becomes the third parent in our family. He has already worked out that he will have a career at G's company, designing and engineering alongside G, sharing an office (but each with his own desk) and commuting there together, taking turns driving of course. Whenever we explain to him that he will have his own family someday, he starts to cry and says, "But I don't ever want to leave this family!" Aw, melt my heart!
Note to self: as soon as the boys are settled in at university, sell off any gaming systems and move into a much smaller house. NO BASEMENT.
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| ...he's my brother! |
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| Okay, maybe he's a little bit heavy. |
