My baby brother was born when I was 15. So, I just liked to think of him as, ‘My Baby’ until I had kids of my own. I babysat him a lot and when I got married I had him come keep me company quite often. Not sure how much he enjoyed it, but it was fun to have him around.
This brother and my #3 kiddo also happen to share a birthday. My brother didn’t really like sharing a birthday those first few years, but now that everyone is older and more spread apart, it’s okay.
I’ve always tried to recognize both boys when I threw family parties for my son. The year of this layout, I gave my brother his gift at my son’s party. It was a gift that he put on his wish list and one I knew my mom WASN’T going to give him. It was a fun gift. Too bad my kids aren’t very good at acting scared. HAHAHA!