Brotherly Love

This weekend Myles had the stomach flu and still wasn't feeling 100% on Monday morning. He was sitting lethargically on our bathroom floor while I was getting ready for the day. Ryker had just gotten up and came in to see us. He all but ignored my good morning greetings and sat next to Myles saying over and over, "Hi Myles, hi Myles..." (Ryker is really loving Myles lately.) Myles didn't respond, so Ryker turned to me and said, "Myles isn't saying hi." I explained to Ryker that Myles' tummy was hurting, so he didn't feel like talking.

Ryker: "You need a bandaid, Myles?"
Me: "His owie is inside his tummy, so you can't put a bandaid on it."
Ryker: "I see it, Myles?"

So Myles promptly lifted his shirt and Ryker looked at his tummy with great concern. I grabbed my phone to catch their sweet exchange. I've probably said it before, but one of my favorite parts of being a parent is watching the relationships develop between our kids. They all have such genuine love and care for each other, and truly enjoy being together.  It (sometimes) makes all the moments of sibling fighting more bearable!