Unexplored Territory

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Pass the Torch Tuesday

This morning, I woke up with a headache. It is raining and nasty outside, so no wonder my head was throbbing. I thought some coffee would make it go away, but the caffeine had no effect.

I was sitting here at the computer, getting some work done while the Door Man works on his journal book (all self-imposed), and the Monkey watched Dora on the television (the Monkey is on a sick day as she decided to vomit in my bed yesterday morning, lie around all morning, and have tummy trouble before naptime yesterday .... she is 1000 percent better today, but not going to preschool).

I asked the Man to go get my purse because I had some Advil in it, and I asked him to bring me a cup so I could get some water out of the sink.

He was taking a little longer than normal, but I just waited for him. Knowing that he has a heart of gold, I knew he was doing something extra on his errand.

And sure enough, he showed up with a Tupperware cup, lid attached, and a straw to help me drink the water I needed to take my Advil.

He will make an excellent husband one day.

6 Comments:

Anonymous said...: What a sweetheart! Taking care of Mom...

You have a real gem there. Thanks for sharing your story for PTT Tuesday!; 9:35 AM
Unknown said...: That is really sweet! You have a very special little man.
Have a great Tuesday!; 11:16 AM
Stephanie Appleton said...: How sweet! Hope you are feeling better!; 12:20 PM
Mary said...: That is very sweet! happy PTT!; 12:34 PM
Anonymous said...: so cute! You've been doing a good job if he's doing things like this so young.; 3:48 PM
Anonymous said...: Yes, yes he will. What a sweet boy.; 2:48 PM

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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.