Big Brother

Tate's a big brother!
After going to daycare for the better part of the day Tate got to leave school a couple of hours early to meet his new baby brother. From what I've been told Tate was smitten with Henry from the first time he laid eyes on the little guy.
From the hallway outside the hospital nursery he watched as Henry was given a bath.
"He's crying like baby," Tate observed.
"That's because he is a baby," one of his grandparents quipped.
A little later in the hospital room with Chuck, Henry and I, he was adamant about holding his "liddle bruda."
Chuck had him sit in a chair and then handed our little bundle of joy to the proud toddler. Tate was very careful and cautious with him (with some coaching from mom and dad). He seemed intrigued by the little guy.
Ever the active child, Tate soon had his fill of being still. After handing the baby off Tate slipped into the role of photographer. Armed with his Little Tikes "made tough for toddlers" camera he started snapping pictures of Henry and me, Henry and Chuck, just Henry, the floor, the door, the hospital furniture, etc.
It was a big day for Tate, filled with excitement over a new baby brother, visiting with all of his grandparents and being in a strange place. Most importantly it was the first day of Tate's life as a big brother!