Pride and Joy.
Three of my children crawled in my bed this morning. Zion discussed the need for his diaper to be changed. I explained to him that if he would just use the potty, we wouldn’t need to have this conversation. Andrew was curious where he came from, and who put him in my belly. I told him, “God you put there.” Then he argued that God did not put him there, but that he came from God’s heart. Andrew knows the answers to questions he asks, before he even asks them. He just wants to train you to answer correctly. Then he asked me if i had another baby in my tummy. I told him “NO” and grounded him for life. To which Aidan responded, “Andrew, Mommy does NOT want that many kids!”
Aidan was standing at the side of my bed. She had dressed herself, and was holding her journal and a pencil in her hand. She had made herself a to-do list and was showing me where she was in her day. She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten something, and asked me to hold her journal and pencil for safe keeping. I told her she could put it on my nightstand. She seemed hesitant, but then put her stuff down. She turned to her brothers, pointed her finger at them, and proceeded to give them strict instructions to NOT TOUCH HER STUFF while she was out of the room. I promise, they looked like they were not even aware she was speaking. I was thinking she seemed a little paranoid, or was just looking for an excuse to boss them around. Aidan walked out of our bedroom, and Andrew jumped up and ran over to the night stand. He gave her journal a quick tap with his finger, and quickly returned to what he was doing.
I laughed until tears ran out of my eyes. The whole incident made me so proud. Proud of Aidan’s bossiness. Proud of Andrew’s sneakiness. Proud. Proud. Proud.
