Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Yesterday, the Door Man and the Chandelier Monkey were playing together for quite some time. They disappeared into the kitchen, and I heard the tell-tale sign of mischief: the refrigerator door opening and shutting. Then some discussion. And then some crying from the Monkey. The crying had the Doppler effect as it started in the kitchen, rounded one corner of the hallway, and the second corner, and then into my room.
I looked at her shirtless torso, milk drops on her chest and mouth, and didn't even have to ask what had happened. However, she felt the need to express her concern in three-year-old speak.
"Milk in cup ... and then I spill ... all over my shirt!"
"I can see that, honey. It is ok. We will take care of it."
The Door Man appeared, and said "I can dress her, Mommy."
At first, I thought it was the voice of guilt. But then I realized it was just the genuine concern of an older brother, wanting to make his younger sister feel comfortable and safe again.
The Man took the Monkey by the hand, led her to the hallway where Daddy had deposited some clean clothes just hours before, and picked out a pair of shorts and a shirt.
The Man was proud of himself, and the Monkey was proud of the Man for taking such good care of her.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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