I loved my little brother, I read him books, held him while watching cartoons - often times almost dropping him because I wasn't paying attention to him - feeding him, dressing him. He was MY BABY. Until the day arrived that he no longer fit into my doll highchair. My childhood friend Brooke and I always put him in the chair then reached a day where his belly must have grown over night... We did notice that he required both of us to lift him but we thought for sure he would still fit. He were able to somehow make him fit and get him to put his arms up to lock him in... it was when his belly rolled over - that's when the problems began. At first he was upset that followed by screaming - as Brooke and I tried as fast as we could with all the muscle both of us combined had (pretty sure looking about Jacorian at 9 months had more than both of us) to set him free. We finally realized he was locked in and there was NO WAY we were going to be able to get him out... Well by this time Jacorian's screaming had turned into a blown out red-headed devil break down freak out. We ended up having to go get Mom - and after some moving and force the highchair popped open. It was then I was told that Jacorian would no longer fit... it was a devasting day in my world as well as Brooke's. Jacorian was always up to playing house, dolls and barbies... He was such a great sport. This went on well into him being 4 or 5 - things changed then... I could no longer out power my little brother. It wasn't as easy as it was from the start to get him to do things... I found other ways don't you worry it just took some skill and thinking. As far back as I can remember my brother was my shadow - being only 4 years old I was more close in age where Paul was 8 years older than him - In Jacorain's eyes Paul was idolised I was more terrorised. I had a deep love hate relationship with Jacorian for many many years, but in the end he was my best friend no matter how many times we fought no matter how many times I brought out the red-headed devil and lost the fight... we would get over it and be right back at being best buddies.
To this day my brother is one of my closest friends. I usually annoy him on road trips but I think he truly misses me when there is just silence in my absent. If I were to drive coast to coast he would be the one I would pick. Oh and yes I still know what buttons to push to bring out the red-headed devil, as if I would ever forget or want to forget. He is truly one of a kind, hard-working, caring, strong, funny and just does things and lives in a way that is just sooooo him. Happy Birthday to my favorite RED. I hope your day is as GREAT as I think You are.