Tonight, Scout wasn't feeling well. She settled down and fell asleep on my chest as I stretched out in the recliner. Kale came into the room and I told him that sissy didn't feel good. He walked over, didn't say a word, and kissed his sister on her forehead. He then turned and walked away. Meanwhile, my heart was overwhelmed with the love my children already have for one another.
A few moments ago, as I was snuggled up to Kale, I told him it was sweet that he kissed his sister earlier. His reply? I know mommy.
My lesson for the night? Life is in the little moments!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The Notes
Someone must have talked to the kids at Kale's school about notes. All of a sudden, I am getting notes at home from Kale. He will ask for paper, get his marker, and scribble scrabble a note.
Last night his note said this: Dear school, Kale is not allergic to eggs.
God help me. He is writing a note with a blatant lie at age 3 (almost 4). I am scared of where that will lead when he is oh, say 8 years old and forging our names.
His note to me this morning was apparently a combination of a note and prayer: Dear mommy, I want to stay home with you, daddy, and sissy. Amen.
Gotta love him!
Last night his note said this: Dear school, Kale is not allergic to eggs.
God help me. He is writing a note with a blatant lie at age 3 (almost 4). I am scared of where that will lead when he is oh, say 8 years old and forging our names.
His note to me this morning was apparently a combination of a note and prayer: Dear mommy, I want to stay home with you, daddy, and sissy. Amen.
Gotta love him!
Each night
Each night I lay down with Kale as he falls asleep. This started again after we moved. I had once escaped this routine, but moving and him suddenly being on the other side of the house just messed his whole bedtime routine. Since we are moving again soon to another house in the area, I am waiting to "re-train" him until we are moved and settled.
I lay there next to my son and as his sleepiness takes over, he becomes really calm and snuggly. I often end up staying there beside him in bed after his breathing has found steady pace and he is snoozing. It is in those moments that I relive his day with me and wonder how I can sometimes get so frustrated with such a loving and sweet boy. Oh...it would be because while he is awake, he will push all of us to our limits repeatedly. He can't help it, as God just made him that way. It seems he inherited all of the same characteristics that his parents had that drove his grandparents crazy at he time...and then God threw in a few extra just for giggles. Still, he is an amazing, loving, and wonderful boy. I wouldn't want him any other way.
So, when you read a post about Kale and its time stamped after 9pm, you can pretty much bet that it was written on my phone while I am cuddled up next to him. Just wanted to document the origin of those posts...
I lay there next to my son and as his sleepiness takes over, he becomes really calm and snuggly. I often end up staying there beside him in bed after his breathing has found steady pace and he is snoozing. It is in those moments that I relive his day with me and wonder how I can sometimes get so frustrated with such a loving and sweet boy. Oh...it would be because while he is awake, he will push all of us to our limits repeatedly. He can't help it, as God just made him that way. It seems he inherited all of the same characteristics that his parents had that drove his grandparents crazy at he time...and then God threw in a few extra just for giggles. Still, he is an amazing, loving, and wonderful boy. I wouldn't want him any other way.
So, when you read a post about Kale and its time stamped after 9pm, you can pretty much bet that it was written on my phone while I am cuddled up next to him. Just wanted to document the origin of those posts...
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