I am in for it. Any Mother of two boys is.
This morning, I walked into the living room to see Jak hugging (read: grabbing and squeezing tightly) the baby, who was resting comfortably in the swing. We have the Fisher-Price Cradle Swing, which hangs from one pole and the weight limit is 25 pounds. Considering that John now weighs 16 (yes, 16!!) pounds and Jak is certainly more than the extra 10 needed to exceed the limit, my heart sinks every time I hear the swing creak, for I know that Jak is 'loving' on his brother.
Such was the case this morning, and as I walked over to remove him, I saw the baby smiling as Jak gave me this devilish grin. It's like they were saying, "Just wait, Mom. We've got big plans."