This is what being brothers looks like.
A jar of apple butter. A jar of peanut butter. Two spoons. A completely unsanctioned snack that was Bean’s solution to the ravenous feeling they both have at about 4pm.
I decided to instead of saying no, to just hang out and watch them from behind the lens. I like doing this. Sitting back, seeing without interrupting or intervening. Just letting them be their silly selves. I love their unintentionally matched shirts; their nose rubs; their eyelashes; the way their body language is synchronized.
Best decision ever: to have both of them. Brothers rock. They have this bond that makes me feel like they’re gonna be okay no matter what. I wonder if they’ll feel that way about each other when they grow up? (Is that something that a parent can actually influence at all?)
Tell me about your family. Do you have siblings? Are you close with them? How did that relationship evolve?