This morning, I went in to wake up the boys for school only to discover them already awake. They were cuddled up on Little M's bed and he was reading to Baby B. And the sight of it made my whole heart happy.
They normally fight like,well, brothers. So, moments like this are just beautiful and sweet.
And Baby B has seemed to be doing better the past few days. Fewer tantrums and not quite so extreme. I am hesitant to put it into words here in case I jinx it. I'm not sure if it's because of time passing, him growing up a bit, or me doing better emotionally. Probably a combination of all three.
I will absolutely take it.