Sweet boy

So, this warms my heart: yesterday when I got home I called Matt (or he called, or something like that...we spoke) and he asked how Joseph was when I picked him up from daycare. He was fine--happily eating Cheerios. Apparently when Matt dropped him off yesterday morning, his buddy, E, was already there and having a lousy day. He's a little older than Joseph and is apparently cutting some painful teeth. So, E was upset and crying. Matt put Joseph down on the floor, Joseph looked at E who was crying, and burst into tears himself. I thought it was so sweet that he was concerned about his buddy and being an empathetic crier. I'm sure that the daycare ladies were thrilled to now have two crying babies instead of just one, but, hopefully it didn't last. E was napping off his sore mouth (and snuggling with one of the ladies--have I mentioned how happy I am with this place?! They are so nice!) when I got there to pick up Joseph.