Today Goose needed to pee at a very bad moment for me to help. I had just gotten a very hungry Girly Pie from her crib after a long nap and had just gotten all settled on the couch nursing her. Poor Girly Pie is teething right now and sometimes it's tricky to get her latched and happy without her gums bugging her, so when she was happily nursing and suddenly Goose hollers "PEE!" from across the house, I was in a bit of a bind.
In comes Punky to the rescue! I asked if he wouldn't mind helping his little brother get his pants off to go potty. Punky didn't even bat an eye. He just climbed off the rocking horse still dressed in his fancy ninja getup and walked over to the bathroom with a smile as he sweetly depantsed (is that a word?) his two year old brother. Then he picked up the 32 pound hunk of toddler and plopped him on the pot to do his business. Goose was relieved, Punky congratulated him on doing a good job on the potty, and life went on as usual.
These kinds of things happen numerous times each day around here. And I realized as I was heading up to bed how little I celebrate his helpful nature. I mean, I appreciate it, and I know I tell people about it. But I know I haven't posted about it. And I know I could focus on that kind of thing more often.
So anyway. My Punky is an amazing little man. And I have
Thank you, Punky. I love you so much, my boy!
3 comments:
What a wonderful big brother Punky is. Many a child would have turned his nose up at such a request. And how wonderful that Punky has already internalized something that many, many adults struggle with. You and your husband have done a great job!
You DO have a very sweet boy there.
And I am officially coveting your camera. Dang it.
What a blessing! I just love how you love your boys.
*sigh*
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