My other baby brother was born 60 years ago. ( I became the favorite big sister!) Hardly seems right that he should be 60...but time marches on. My baby brother and I were so excited to get a new baby brother...as I recall we both wanted a brother!
Since I was nine years old when he was born I spent lots of time with him. He drank from a cup when he was six months old...cause he refused bottles....and was a pill to put to sleep every night. It was often my job to rub his back and talk to him as he fell asleep in his crib. When I thought he was asleep I would sneak out of the room...most times to the sound of him waking up cause I left him alone...and so I had to calm him down yet again. I am not quite sure why he couldn't just cry himself to sleep...perhaps it was just a way to keep us both out of trouble.
He was a cute kid!