A good dog Tobe.

While I was pregnant people would often ask if I was worried about how Tobe would react to a new baby. I was positive that I didn't need to worry- I knew in my heart that precious Tobes would be an excellent big brother.
Within the first hour of Elijah's life Tobe had met him- and before that as my father in law told me later, he sat outside the door waiting.

Immediately Tobe took it upon himself to be a protector. Always checking on baby to make sure all was well. If someone else held Eli, Tobe had to inspect him when I got him back, and my normally fairly quiet dog began to bark or growl at unknown noises. The first couple of weeks I would look at Tobe and he was as tired as Jeremy and I were because every minute I was up he was up too, making sure the baby and I were okay. I could see it in his eyes- he was actually stressed out over worrying so much for his brother. I would have to send him home with my mom just so he would have a chance to unwind.

Even as I type this, Tobe has come to let me know that baby is fussing- because even though two months ago if I were out here in the living room Tobe would be too, now he has a different job, keeping an eye on his boy.