You're a big brother!

Dear Connor,

The post says it all, doesn't it? You're a big brother today!

Last night, I had a feeling that your sister was on her way. We were at Grammy and Pop's house celebrating Uncle Ian's birthday a couple of days early, and I just wasn't feeling quite right. You weren't either, frankly. You were a bit clingy and whiny, not your usual bubbly self. You were still great, just a little out of sorts. To be honest, your attitude was one of the things that told me that this was for real. I've been very apprehensive about turning our one-child household into a two-child household, and in the last week I have been feeling particularly sad about losing my one-on-one time with you.

I think I might have been wrong to be worried for you. You have been handling all of these new changes with flexibility and an open-mindedness that I would never expect from a two-year-old. You stayed at Grammy and Pop's house the night that Aida was born; you slept in a room you had never slept in before, and there was no power, so you couldn't enjoy bath or storytime in the way you usually do there. When you got to the hospital to vist us, you were all smiles. Right away you gave me a big hug and kiss; there was no anger that I hadn't been with you overnight, and you didn't resent your sister who was sitting on my lap. You sometimes wanted to leave the room to go on a walk, and you sometimes just wanted to sit and snuggle with me, with your dad, and with your sister.

I cannot wait to see how the next week or so goes--I will keep you posted. I love you, buddy.