I have a new brother . . . will trade for Legos

On July 5, Mommy and Daddy got to go to the hospital. I thought it was because Mommy swallowed a beach ball, but they told me it was because it was time for my brother to be born.


The next day, on July 6, I went to hospital. There was no beach ball, but there was a baby brother. We call him Simon.


I had to learn how to hold him. It's not like holding Bluedog. I have to hold him very carefully and when I am done I have to ask Mommy or Daddy for help (I can't just toss him on the ground like Bluedog).
Simon sleeps a lot, so I have to be super quiet all the time.


I hope Simon grows up soon so I can play with him and introduce him to his cousins Izzy and Max.