For the most part, Carson is happy to be a big brother. He brings Cohen toys and even lies down under the dangling toys of the playmat beside Cohen to play with him. When I'm changing Cohen only to find that there are no more diapers at the changing table - Carson will bring me one from the bedroom - he's really a great helper. But Carson's help isn't always appreciated.
Carson likes to "go". It doesn't really matter where. He just wants to get out of the house. Take him outside to ride his bike, walk to the mailbox at the end of the driveway, to the grocery store, to the park or just drive to the post office. He just wants to "go" somewhere. I've learned to be very careful not to tell Carson we are "going" somewhere until we are literally ready to head out the door. But sometimes I forget.
Not too long ago I told Carson we were ready to "go", I just needed to get Cohen into his carseat. Cohen was in the swing at the time. So, Carson ran over to the swing, flipped up the tray and unbuckled Cohen! If all the what keeping us from "going" was getting Cohen - well Carson would take care of that little detail! Thankfully, I made it over in time before Cohen came spilling out of the swing and onto the floor! You'd think I'd learn my lesson. But no.
Last week, I told Carson we were going to the grocery store, but we had to wait for Cohen to finish taking his nap. So what does any good big brother do (one that wants to "go")? Carson runs down the hall to the bedroom where his little brother is sleeping and shakes the cosleeper where Cohen is sleeping and yells "up! go! up! go!". Which of course abruptly wakes Cohen from his peaceful slumber a good 20 minutes early. And off to the grocery store we go all the while discussing how Mommy is the only one who should wake up Cohen from his nap from now on.
