Baby Rudy...?

Recently, I was asked what the eariliest memory of my little brother, Rudy, is. First of all, he isn't so little anymore, he is actually taller than me now, which would go along with some people's (cough... Celie, Micah, Byron, Elijah, Sydni, Evan...cough) theory that I am shrinking. (It's not true, everyone is just getting taller.) Anyway, back on planet Earth...There are two first memories of Rudy, and I am not sure which one came first.

Memory 1:
Rudy was a baby, and I was about 2 years old. We were at my Grandma Dreessen's house in Elkhorn. After a couple of hours of terrorizing my family, my Grandma decided to take me up to see baby Rudy, hoping that it would calm me down. She took me upstairs to the blue bedroom with the baby crib in it. Rudy was sleeping calmly in the crib. Grandma picked me up and held me so that I could see the baby, in my hand was a "sippy cup". Grandma had just told me not to wake the baby, but I decided to take matters into my own hands. I threw the sippy cup into the crib, and much to my Grandma's displeasure, it landed right on Baby Rudy's head. He. of course, woke up and started scream crying. I don't even remember if I got in trouble for that or not, but Mom always jokes that I started all of the fighting between myself and my not-so little brother.

Memory 2:
This was when Dad was working as a normal firefighter, working normal firefighter 24 hour shifts. Dad was on duty, and Mom had just gotten home from a long day on the OR floor of the Hospital she worked at. Baby Ru and I were at day care all day. Mom came into the house, got Rudy out of his carrier, and plopped down on the couch with him in her arms. Feeling a little ignored, I grabbed Baby Rudy's carseat carrier thing and dragged it all the way across our dining room and into our family room where Mom was sitting with Rudy. I dropped the carrier at her feet and proceeded to shout "Put baby in! Put baby in!" Mom laughed and then told me to come and sit with them as well.

I don't quite know why I remember these two memories so well, but they just stick out in my mind. I love my not-so little brother.... no matter how many times I threw bottles, sippy cups, pacifiers, etc. at his head.