*as i was in asher's bedroom trying to pack for SC trip, asher comes running in the bedroom
asher: mama! mama! baby nate crying for me.
me: he's crying for you?
asher: yeah, he cry for asher. but...but i no pick him up. (he shrugs his precious, little shoulders)
me: you can't pick him up?
asher: yep, mama. no pick him up. he crying for me.
nate was sleeping in his bouncy, but he wiggled around and whimpered for a minute before he settled down. asher thought that the whimpering meant that nate just needed his big brother. he was probably right. sometimes sweet, little buddy baby brothers just need their sweet, little stinker big brothers.