Big Brother

I have been asked often how Lincoln is handling the transition to being a big brother.  At first, he was scared of her.  He did not want to get too close to her or touch her.  He was also distracted by all the grandparents and cousins in town to visit to really have too much of an opinion.  One thing is definite, he was NOT a fan of us being in the hospital.  He came up there three nights to see us (long story why we were there for three evenings) but on the third evening he was completely stressed out that we were still there.  In fact, within the first hour of me being home he kept saying over and over again "mommy's home!"  Bless his sweet heart.  

After we brought her home he began to warm up to her pretty quickly.  He calls her Emmy and often ask where she is at.  He loves to come up to her and say "Hi, Emmy" and give her a hug and kiss.  He loves the mat on the floor we lay her on and often joins her on there.  I have been able to catch a few pictures of them together. 

Lincoln, you are a great big brother!  We love you!