Little Friends

Our big exciting event this weekend was getting to babysit Baby Brandon for a few hours. Trevor was great with the baby--first thing he did was offer Brandon Mr. Bear and his blankie. Then he wedged himself into my lap with the baby and put his arm around Brandon's shoulder. The only snag was when the baby was hungry and got a bottle--Trev made the most pathetically sad face I've ever seen. You'd think he had all of the sudden gotten a firm understanding of what his birthday, Disneyland and Santa were and then they were all ripped away from him at once. So he got a bottle too.

When Brandon went to sleep a bit (and we put him in the crib to be out of reach from his helpful buddy) Trev tried to shove jammies in the crib at Brandon through the slots and kept trying to run back and check on him so much we had to close the door for a bit to let the kiddo rest. After a while he kept holding his hands out to let me carry him around the house. Brandon wasn't too much bigger than Mr. Bear, so maybe he thought he could manage it. It was way funny. I was impressed with Trevor's hospitality towards his guest.

I also put a picture of Trevor and one of his friends from the play group we go to each week. He's not quite as hospitable to his friends who are closer in age...but they're usually friendly enough with each other as long as one of the girls (not pictured) doesn't try to hug him too much and leaves his water bottle alone. Once again it can be a curse being so ridiculously good looking.