As we inched our way down a steep trail in the rain, I reminded Madigan to slow down lest we both make a hasty decent we did not intend; "Careful peanut... you're pulling hard." He quickly agreed: "Yes, Mommy. I'm pulling you with propulsion". My thoughts exactly... and how Mr. 3 year old do you even know that word???
"Mommy, you're a really good cooker." Announcement following a tasting session by the kitchen staff this evening. My heart is still in a puddle on the kitchen floor.
Through tears, my sweet Tiger assured me that Paugie didn't intend to hurt him: "It was an accident, Mommy. Paugie bashed and crashed into my head but it wasn't his fault. He's a kind brother." And he was right...
"Mommy, are you going to save Lochlan?" Considering how he views naptime, his perspective of my responsibility (instant response) when the brothers awaken from that which we don't speak of, makes sense!
As I attempted a nap this afternoon (living the dream, so to speak), a frisky, wiggly tiger climbed in next to me. I asked him if he was done playing with his trains and he looked at me intently before answering: "I think we need to cuddle. Will you please hold me close, Mommy?" He didn't have to ask twice.
There often seems to be a disconnect between the little man's physical activities and the happenings of his mind. His mind can be completely absorbed in something (and I do mean completely), but he may be simultaneously de-stuffing a couch, remodeling a room, cleaning a surface, etc. Just things you would expect from a man of (constant) action. :-)
Example B and Example C to follow in future posts... wait for it!
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