Jackson was right!

That phrase, uttered by my brother-in-law, was the way we found out that Jackson had a boy cousin. (Of course, Jackson knew this all along. I, on the other hand, was just sure it was a girl.)

My peanut nephew Connor Joseph Ryan entered into the world a mere 5 pounds, 12 ounces. Suddenly, Jackson seemed all boy and no baby. He's a tank next to his little cousin!

 

Ever since Connor was born (nine days ago - yes, I'm quite behind), I've been trying to wrap my mind around how amazing it is that these two little boys are just five months apart. They're never going to know life without each other. I have big dreams for them to be as close as brothers...though I'm under no illusion that is always going to be a good thing. (As my three-boys-in-four-years friend Marj cautioned, "If you ever hear silence when they are playing together, be scared.")

Until then, I'm reveling in a teeny tiny baby - way more teeny than the 8 lb 9 oz bruiser we came home from the hospital with! - and finding yet another reason to go shopping.