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Even though sometimes (ok, most of the time) I wish the older two would give Callum less "love" than they do, it's pictures like these that melt my mama heart. Just look at Isla's little hand resting on Callum's head!!! I'm pretty sure God made babies pliable because he knew so many would have older siblings and would constantly be manhandled. I about have a heart attack ten times a day for how ungentle they treat Callum. Yet, he reserves his biggest smiles for them, so I guess he loves it. But seriously, when you find your six year old having picked up your three month old, letting his head flop about, your heart literally jumps out of your chest. You rush over, only to find said three month old with a huge smile on his face and think to yourself, "What the heck?" then make said six year old promise not to do that again...because, you know, shaken baby syndrome.

I really shouldn't complain about all the love going on around here. Sure the older two are rather rough on Callum. It could be worse. They could be throwing toys at him in his bed and feeding him a lifesaver…both things my older brother did to me when I was a youngin. Or they could just not like him at all. So, for that, I truly am thankful for all the rough love that goes on around here.

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