He ain't sweaty, he's my brother

Things are heating up here so when we're not in the water, we're inside, trying to have some fun. 

Here are Gus and Leo sporting their adorable crab shirts from the Robinson family. Leo loves that his has a pirate hat and Gus's doesn't, "because he is a baby and babies can't be pirates." 

Raiding the pantry...Leo is teaching Gus about the wonders of Entenmann's muffins:

Leo loves to climb into Gus' crib when he wakes up from a nap (and throw in all the stuffed animals). Gus doesn't seem to mind:

Sometimes Gus is the instigator!

Leo teaching Gus how to chug:

I think he's got it!

What a difference...

ONE YEAR MAKES! 

(And I'm not just talking about my hair length!)

Gus has been here ONE YEAR!

Gus had his first birthday on June 10th. Well, it was really his second birthday. Our whole birthday system is a little peculiar. Let's call it "The First Anniversary of his Birth." Until now Leo has been telling people that Gus is "zero." Now he can say that he is "one." So that's sort of a big deal. We had a small party at our new home in Frisco. Gus hesitated at first but eventually tore into the cake:

Frank used to always comment, "Leo looks more like a kid now" and I think it happened around 18 months. I'm not sure if it's the hair or the shoes but Gus is looking more and more like a kid. He also sports two piece outfits (shorts and t-shirts rather than onesies) which adds to his kid-ness.

I'm happy to report that after one year, Gus' head hasn't spun around, revealing an evil personality. He's still jolly and laid-back 91% of the time. That's down from 95% because we have to account for him developing more of an opinion about things like toys, food and climbing the stairs. So the kid wails a little more than he used to but it's nothing his blankie can't fix. TGFTB...ATT (Thank God for the Blankie...And The Thumb). But usually he's content or happy or laughing or blowing raspberries and then laughing hysterically. He also claps and I'm pretty sure he says "yay" when he does that.

Gus eats like a kid. When we go out to a restaurant, he orders a grilled cheese sandwich or it's Mexican counterpart, the quesadilla. He likes Goldfish, mac n cheese and pancakes. (Hmmm, I'm not making myself look like mother of the year in the food department.)

Leo definitely loves Gus. Just today he asked if he could sit in the Boppy and hold Gus. (It was a year ago tomorrow that we brought Gus home from the hospital and I recall Leo not being very eager to hold his brother.) But today he wants to hold him and squeeze him, a little too hard. So that's our main issue--Leo being too rough. Our secondary issue is Gus destroying Leo's train tracks. Sometimes Leo says, "I hate Mus!" (his nickname for Gus) but we know he doesn't mean it. Right?

I mean, how could you hate this face?

We love you, Gus! We are looking forward to many more fun anniversaries of your birth!