The Boy meeting The Lad for the first time.
"Hi Momma!" The Boy said. "What you got?"
"I hold him?"
"Hi Lad. I big brudder."
The Boy likes being a big brother, though hasn't been completely angelic during The Lad's arrival. He's been a lot whiny and little tantrum-y, but really, nothing beyond what we expected. He missed me and, at the same time, was a little angry at me, I think, for being gone and then coming home with competition for my attention. He wants to sit next to me and tell me "love you," then refuses to say bye when he and the Daddyman leave to run errands.
But for The Lad, The Boy is all smiles. He voluntarily shared his blanky -- the sacred blank -- and surrounded the kiddo with his toy trucks, explaining what each was. "This firetruck!"
Before bed last night, The Boy wanted to hold The Lad. We settled him in with a pillow, and The Lad, fresh off a feeding, wriggled and squirmed.
"He touched me!" The Boy said. "He touched me!"
He giggled and tried to hold hands with his brother. Five seconds later, we had to prevent The Lad from sliding headfirst onto the floor, but I'd say things are going well so far.