I'm pretty sure Brecken couldn't be more thrilled that he has a brother. He adores holding him, shushing him and if he IS crying he will say "Don't cry baby Lincoln, Momma's right here."
Don't judge his hair. It normally doesn't look like that.
He was holding L the other day and I was sitting next to him.
"Momma, when I'm a Daddy can I feed my babies out of my nip-poles too?"
"No buddy. It doesn't work like that. Only mommies can nurse babies."
"Why? Because mine aren't big like yours?"
"Because that's how God made us."
The nursing conversations we have had. Seriously.
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