This afternoon, while I was working in the kitchen, I thought I'd get caught up on my Netflix movies. You know how Mom's are, multi-taskers to an extreme. At first it was hard to watch the movie, because the boys and their friends were having light saber duels all throughout the house, but it wasn't the first movie that I'd watched without words. Eventually the boys all went to our neighbors house and when Luke started to fuss I fixed a bottle and sat down on the couch. Wouldn't you know it, Christian comes home right at the end of the movie as I'm bawling my eyes out. He comes in, sits next to me and looks up at me, trying to comfort me in his own way. I asked him if he would get me a tissue, because Luke was soundly sleeping in my arms, and truth be told, I didn't want to get up or leave the magic-movie-moment that I was enjoying. So off my little rescuer goes, and this is what he brought me:
Now, on the other hand, when ever Christian finishes using the potty and needs my help, I'll hear the familiar cry "Mom, I just go poop. Come see it." Yes, I know, lovely isn't it. It is the reality of so many mothers. Anyway, I go in to the bathroom, and he has half of the roll of toilet paper wadded up in his hand. Hmmmph!
6 comments:
Christian is so helpful. Maybe he was saving the rest for later!
I can't believe you kept that little wad of tp long enough to take a picture of it. Isn't blogging awesome?
Seriously! My kids do the same thing.
At least he's showing some concern for your emotions . . . missed you at Thanksgiving!
That. was. awesome.
At that point you just have to join the crowd and use a sleeve.
oh how much do i love him? again another blog post story of christian and again i am laughing so hard my eyes are tearing up
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