Pooh

As long as I can remember, my younger brother has donned the nickname "Pooh". I have no cotton-pickin' idea where it came from, who started it...but I just love to keep it going. He's my "Pooh", and always will be. He's not too keen on babies...and he could have had me fooled when he came to the hospital when I was in labor with Austin, and stayed in the waiting room while all the drama unfolded and I gave birth to my first child. He held newborn Austin, who is half named after my brother - Kyle Austin - and then not long after that meeting between the two of them did I notice he wasn't too sure of the whole baby thing. As Austin started getting older, Kyle started warming up to Austin, and now has fun with him when they're around each other. Now we can add Ethan to the mix.....and he doesn't warm up too much to the idea of holding him, since Ethan is, as you are fully aware of, a baby. At least that's my take on things. On Labor Day I took the boys to the beach at Bukholt Park (which is, well, neglected? That's another topic to blog about.), we met up with Nicole, who is expecting baby number one in 9 days or so! Kyle and his girlfriend Whitney also met us out at the beach. He brought his newly aquired vintage jetskis, and came to visit us first before putting them in the water. I handed Ethan over to him, and he.....surprisingly, looks like a natural to me. Granted the holding didn't last long, as he passed him over to Whitney who is ga-ga over the boys....but I took the opportunity to snap this shot of them together. And I love it! Hopefully my brother will take his own walk down the aisle and start a family of his own someday...I want to be an Aunt! *hint, hint!!*