Bless their heart...

While I was pregnant with Emersyn a lot of people were oh so kind enough to warn me about how terrible Radley would become. He was going to try to hurt her, throw major fits, act out, etc...

I of course reacted like every sweet southern woman should do and simply smiled and nodded all the while filling my heads with phrases that began with "bless their heart". Because like all southern women know, any phrase that begins with "bless their heart" is perfectly acceptable.

Something like...

bless their heart, they don't know any better...

bless their heart, their children aren't cute...

bless their heart, they don't know their a** from their elbow...

bless their heart...

Okay, you get the picture.

Back to how horrible my child was going to become.

Ryan and I were very intentional (shocker, I know) with preparing Radley for Emersyn. In our eyes, preparing him was the most important thing we could do. For almost 3 years he had been our baby (and always will be) but now he had to share that title. We read books, took him to see the ultrasound, hosted a brunch, etc...

It was extremely important to me (and still is) that he felt included and important, well, because he is!

Well, imagine the smile on my face when I had left Emmy and Radley alone in the room for about five minutes and returned to see this...

Radley had gotten off the couch to go lay by his sister. He was even holding her hand (but had let go by the time I grabbed the camera).

Seriously?!?! Could life get any better than this!?! I think not!!

Especially for those poor people that warned me about my demon child...

bless their heart...