big brother
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008I woke up Saturday morning. The house was quite. Tony had woke me up with a couple of grunts transmitted through the intercom.
I got up and made my way to his room. It was another sleepy Saturday morning…and I wasn’t asleep. Then his smile hit me, and I was glad I was the one who had gotten the wake up call.
I changed his diaper, and he gave me the, “why am I not eating” grunt. So I made my way to the kitchen, and he gets louder and less patient for the chef.
I’m missing and shaking his bottle while he grunts and whines some more, and then…silence, followed by different voice, sweet and small.
“It’s all right Tony. Dad’s almost here. It’s alright.”
The commotion has woken Jack, who has is standing beside the changing table, with crazy bed head, holding his little brother’s attention while I complete the gourmet meal of formula.
“Good job, Jack,” I say and he beams with pride. He is so proud to be a big brother..and I’m proud of him.



