But when Judah was around 10 months old, I realized he needed a sibling. The guy wanted CONSTANT people-interaction. He didn't care for toys and do-dads, he wanted human friends, of the high-interaction kind.
And so Noah was born.
Judah was almost 2.5 when Noah came into the picture and we were kind of kicking ourselves at the time. Judah had just become so much easier, but here we were, "blessed" again with another cycle of high-dependency and constant neediness.
But now that Noah himself is 2.5, our lives have gotten to the golden tipping point once again. And this time around? Much much better.
These two boys are everything we hoped and dreamed they'd be for each other. Mentors, comrades, partners, plotters, and the best of friends. Watching their daily interactions is the highlight of my days.
Some moments from last week:
Noah was feeling extra cranky one day so Judah made him a "paws"-itive slip - in the shape of a paw, cute right? Judah gets these at school for good behavior. I guess Judah thought it would also elicit good behavior too. He's always doing stuff to make Noah feel special and loved, awwwww.
The kids found some old ninja costumes. I died of cuteness.
Judah used up an entire roll of tape to make a pirate ship. Please excuse the pantless-ness. It was hot last week!
The kids can play for almost an hour building stuff - legos, bristle blocks, magnetic tiles. I'm in heaven.
Every night is full of kisses and hugs and Noah digging for gold.
It's just like Wrigley's gum says - double your pleasure, double your fun!