Let me set the scene for you: I was in the kitchen; Coop and Austin were playing in the living room; and Grayson was standing at the baby gate at the playroom door (I had put the gate up because there were little toys scattered all around). Suddenly, I heard a crash and a cry. I poked my head around the kitchen corner to see Grayson laying under the babygate. (He was fine, more of a whimper than a cry, really. Scared him more than anything.) And just as I was walking over to slide my little guy out from under the gate, I hear Cooper, "Austin, Baby down! Quick get the stretcher!" And off they went. Running to their room and seconds later, running back to the "scene" with the "downed baby," carrying their stretcher. They had firemen hats on, paramedic gear in hand, and they were ready to save the baby. In total and complete seriousness. I stepped back and let the paramedics do their job...while I snapped pictures.
Grayson quickly went from being a little unsure of what his big brothers were about to do to him, to being a great sport and thinking all this attention was super cool. Austin and Cooper both, at the same time, put on their stethoscopes and immediately checked Grayson's heart. They talked to each other and to Grayson in their "worker fireman" voices, because, well, it was very serious business.
Austin was in charge of the shots.
"Mam, I think your baby is going to be ok."
04.22.2014
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