This was a quick picture I snapped last summer at the mall. I generally avoid the mall with five kids, but we had to pick up something for Mike’s birthday. Just before leaving, the kids begged to go up the escalator. Then, of course, Penny was terrified to go back down, and there I was, at the bottom with Jesse in his stroller. So, Abe to the rescue.
And here we are, a year later at the Zoo – with Penny stuck on some little wooden horse she’d climbed on. I must admit, I rely on “Abe to the rescue” quite often.
4 comments:
it's funny because i ALWAYS wanted and older brother when i was growing up. i had two wonderful older sisters, but something about the idea of an older brother seemed so safe. how lucky for your girls to have abe. :) (and how lucky for him to have them.)
I concur with jami. Something about having an older brother seemed so perfect. . . . having someone to love, look out for you - and beat everyone up.
That is too cute! What a little sweetheart and such a gentleman!
sometimes grace is very sad that she doesn't have an older brother. i used to tell her that connor and abe were like older brothers for her. what a good boy abe is.
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