Tonight, Justin had a meeting, so I was on my own for bedtime. The boys and I got home and headed upstairs. Robbie and I were in a race to get on our pajamas when Alex started crying. I tried to hurry, but, before I could get back to the hallway, the crying stopped. Instantly suspicious, I finished changing quickly and headed towards Robbie’s room.
As I got closer to Robbie’s room, I could see that the car seat had been moved into his doorway. And it was empty. Still, there was no crying, but I did hear voices. I peered in the door to discover both boys lying on Robbie’s bed, Robbie with his arms under his head.
“See, Alex? We’re just relaxing. This is how we do it ’cause we’re bros. We don’t need to cry.”
What I would have given to have seen them get there. I’m still not sure how Robbie knew how to undo all the buckles and get Alex extracted from the car seat. And then there was book selection, as Robbie informed me once I walked in the room, before they headed to the bed.
There is nothing like seeing Robbie look out for his little brother, even when he’s doing something I’ve asked him not to do (like carry his brother around). He has such pure motives and is so genuine in his attempts to help. The pretty incredible part is that it really seems to work. If I had gotten Alex out of his car seat and laid him on the bed (on top of the covers, Robbie informed me, because there were rattle snakes under the comforter), Alex would have continued screaming. Robbie does it, and Alex happily sat through all of story time. There’s nothing quite like a big brother.