Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

I had a hot date with RyGar this weekend. We headed to the Lehi Round Up Rodeo on Friday without our little buckaroos and without my tight jeans and red boots for obvious reasons. The rodeo kicked off at 8 pm which is pretty much bed time around these parts so we opted to leave the little mutton busters at home and take them to the parade the next morning instead. (Be forewarned chillun's of my hometown - my kids are bad ass paraders. They totally get it and will be all over your candy this coming weekend if you don't run fast enough. It's only fair that I send out a heads up.) Anyway, the rodeo was fun and I traveled so light I couldn't believe it. No diaper bag, no juice cups, no treats except for my own, no camera (whoops) and Ry and I laughed at the obvious city slickers dressed up as cow folk for the night.

While we were out Ry's sister watched the babies (Thanks, Nett) and when we got back she gave us a full debriefing. She said our little men were so sweet. Sweet to her. Sweet to one another. No one would take a sippy cup of milk unless the other got one too. Kael needed two blankies... one for him and one for Dax Man. Bedtime was utterly sweet and drama free. In short - she was thrilled with them and I was even more thrilled. Because, it's nice to hear, but even nicer to witness, the magic that is happening between these two little buddies of ours.

They've always loved each other, yes. There is idolization on Dax's part, fierce protection on Kael's and moments of leadership and tenderness from both. I've posted pictures of their embraces, overused the word "love" and tried to transform this ethereal emotion into words a dozen times mostly in vain.

The bottom line is, they get each other, these two little men. They play with each other. They make each other laugh so hard; we come running to see just what's so dang funny. They speak the same language and pine for one another when they are apart.

And things continue to evolve and emotions are rooting deeper into an electrifying relationship that is taking shape right before our very eyes. Maybe they sense the coming of a new addition, maybe not. But they're latching onto their "brudder" like we haven't seen yet and it is nice to know that while I'm doting on a newborn and doing "baby things" that only a mama can do, my little men will be thriving in one another's company.

So we watch with continued awe and when there is prolonged silence we peek in to see amazing sibling moments. And fingers crossed, we'll have the privilege of witnessing the ritual of bringing another into the fold when baby boy three is old enough to run and play.

And in the meantime - we're doing summer. All the way. We're looking forward to parades, picnics, pools, the diaper derby and lots of other "stuff" coming up this weekend as we celebrate the 4th of July with my family in what is the only way to do it... "small-town style". Happy Celebrating!