Confession #20 - My Helper

My littlest helper - Logan!

Confession: Some days, I don't know what I'd do without my helper.

He could be helping in ways like bringing a bag up the stairs for me, so I can carry Eleanor.

Or pushing the stroller when my hands are full.

Or helping me with the laundry.

He especially loves to take care of his baby Eleanor.

He loves his sister.

He reads her stories.

He would help me out by feeding her when she was a baby.

He just always loves to help.

Yesterday, I saw him hold the door open for someone, and he's a little 4-year-old boy.

I love my little sweet hearted baby.

I especially love his help in the kitchen!

I love my helper.

Confession #19 - Messes & Kids

My kids love to get messy sometimes.

Confession: It took me a very long time to be ok with my kids getting messy.

I just don't know what it was, but there is something about them needing to stay clean that was so important!

Then I realized, I had the chance to have fun with my food as a kid, so really they need to have fun with their food as kids.

It was hard at first, but then I realized - what's the worst that could happen?

I'd have to wipe down another surface?

And now, my kids are happier - because they just get to be kids, and not be worrying about Mom wiping them all through their meals.

Cute messes.

Confession #18 - Eggs

Eggs.

Eggs are a food I really have to be in the mood for, to eat without gagging.

Confession: I love fried eggs, with a slightly runny yolk.

Mmmmm fried eggs remind me of my Dad, too.

Not too runny, just enough that when you put your fork in it, there is a little yolk.

- I know -

Gross? Maybe.

Delicious? YES.

Mmm, mm eggs.

Confession #17 - Drama King

Confession: I love my drama King, Logan.

(Eleanor calls him Wohdies or Wohdan.)

I love his random moods,

his silly faces,

his quirky comments,

and his deeply quizzical thoughts and the questions he asks that often leads to me letting him watch Bill Nye because he can better explain it.

(Like Logan's question about what keeps us stuck down to the planet - gravity - how do I explain that properly? Take it away Bill Nye!)

I love his insane genius memory ability,

his quotes,

the scenes he acts out in our living room,

the songs he performs for me,

the random hugs he gives me,

the gentleness he has with his sister,

the times he is shy,

and all the outrageous poses he wants to do for the camera.

I love his bright little smile,

his laid back personality,

his ability to love everyone regardless,

his tactless questions for everyone belonging to the human race,

his drama at the table over dinners he doesn't like,

and I even love it when he cries and dramatically throws himself onto the couch (or bed, or floor, or whatever is closest to him) and protests whatever request I just made.

It cracks me up that he taught Eleanor the "drama-fling" onto furniture.

Even cuter, is that she is only halfways up on everything she's trying to fling herself at.

Drama dude.

I love you.