Bruba

My Boys

These little boys. They adore each other. Its almost too sickly sweet. The way they wait by the other's bedroom door in the morning. Waiting for the other to wake up. Or even to make a peep, before squealing like wild animals. If its D up first, he runs to his brother screaming his name, climbing into his bed and hugging him around the neck. If its K up first, he stands up at his brothers door yelling "Bruba, brubababa!" until D opens the door and he comes spilling out all over his little brother. 

"C'mon, lets go!"

They play together as much as they can at this age. Little K is not very good at the big boy games likes to play. Mostly, he likes to taste D's toys as they touch the ground to make sure they haven't gotten any tastier since the last taste. D is ever so patient with him and lets him have his taste before he scoops up the toy and continues his game. Sometimes they play chase around the house. Back and forth down the hall. K chasing D then the other way around. Squealing and giggling the whole time until they collapse at the end in a pile of cuteness and snuggles. This game is going to get both more fun and more exhausting as K starts to walk and then run. My poor neighbors.

Bruba love.

 My favorite thing, is the hugs they share. D will just turn and wrap an arm or two around his baby brother and K will melt into his brothers shoulder. Content and confident that his big brother loves him. That melts me. Its a mixture of pride and overwhelming adoration. That these two love each other so much already. Not to say they don't have their little spats or they won't ever change but for now, right now, brother equals bliss. I can't wait to see these two little monkeys grow up and be close. They love each other so much but they are loved even mucher.

A brother is a friend provided by nature.
-Legouve Pere