Brudders

I now have two little boys.

I have to remind myself of that sometimes.

 Not that I forget about Wyatt (he wouldn't let me), but since he is now growing out of the baby it-doesn't-matter-what-gender-I-am-since-all-I-do-is-eat-drink-and-poop stage, he is developing boyish attributes.  Such as pushing Porter's Hot Wheels across the floor and making a raspberry sound while doing it.  He also carries around plastic Black and Decker tools and bangs them on stuff.  And lets not forget the-climbing-on-everything-that-is-even-an-inch-off-the-ground thing he's doing.

Anywho, our little Wy-Fi (a new nickname we're trying out) has recently discovered how cool his big brother is.  Porter gets to carry around a tool box full of real tools and he actually gets to use them.  Porter has the cars that actually race across the floor on their own (Wyatt's Fisher Price ones only move if he pushes him).  Porter plays Dynamite really loud on his portable speakers.  Porter is the one that gives him pretzels whenever Wyatt screams at the bag in the pantry.  And Porter will take Wyatt in the backyard and pull him around in the wagon for hours.

Porter is the bomb.com in Wyatt's mind.

The other day I was helping the girlies climb their mountain of homework when I looked outside and saw this:

My two boys chilling on the edge of our cement patio, eating pretzels, and enjoying a comfortable silence.

Oh dear.  I think my heart overflowed pride onto the kitchen table right there.

It reminded me of the saying on Pinterest (have I mentioned how much I love that site?)

Ok, ok, so I flubbed the quote.  It's not supposed to have the word "big" in it.  But I made this to hang in Porter Pot's room, so I thought it fit.

Porter loves having a little buddy.  Anyone see that pic I posted on Facebook of Porter working on his "truck"?  This one:

Well, Mr. Wyatt was standing next to him for ten minutes just handing Porter random tools from his toolbox.  Porter would say, "Good job, buddy.  But I really need the wrench to change the oil."  Wyatt would then hand him a screwdriver.  "Almost, buddy.  But I need the wrench."

Wyatt has taken to following Porter around, and as long as PG doesn't do anything horrible- such as trying to hug or pick him up- Wyatt is pleased as punch to do so.  Wyatt crawls under the kitchen table, sucking on his pacifier while Porter fixes my "car".  He chases Porter on his bike.  Wyatt even sits in the corner with him while PG is being punished. 

Yes, it is utterly adorable.

No, it's not always so perfect.  The two boys have already started fighting over toys, food, and music (Porter tries to turn on his favorite song, but Wyatt screams when he changes Dynamite).

But hey, I have a lot of hope for the future.