Yesterday, while trying to make a vegetarian lasagna for a pot-luck at my sister-in-law's house, John got in a bit of trouble. Over the course of an hour John spilled a half-gallon of orange juice on the dining room floor, woke up the baby (who had been sleeping less than 20 minutes, and would NOT go back to sleep), and smeared poop all over the living room carpet. He had used the bathroom and decided to wipe himself instead of getting any help -- I'll let you fill in the rest. I was in uselessly trying to get his brother asleep when I heard John running up and down the hallway. I put Charlie in his crib, wide awake, and found John, naked from the waist down, using a wipe to furiously scrub the carpet. I put two and two together and started yelling. I yelled all the while I was cleaning him up in the bathroom. I yelled while I was cleaning the carpet. I yelled while I strapped Charlie into his high chair (he wasn't going back to sleep), so I could make my seventh attempt at putting this lasagna together. I instructed (another word for yelled at) John to stay in my room for a while so I could cool off. Part of my anger had to do with Mike going fishing with his brother Brad on his only day off. Once again, I was home doing everything, and dealing with the constant chaos. About 15 minutes later John appeared in the kitchen. I was grating cheese. He looked at me for a long time and said, "Friends?" I wasn't sure I heard him correctly, so I asked him to repeat himself. "Friends?", he asked again. Goodness gracious. I said, "Do you want to know if we're still friends?" He nodded. I immediately got down on my knees and opened my arms for a hug. His face lit up, and he ran over for a squeeze. I told him that everything was going to be okay and that I loved him very much. I kissed his adorable cheek. As soon as I stood up, John started pushing a chair over to the kitchen counter. "Let me help you with the masagna, Mom," he said, "because friends help friends."
That kid just slays me.
Amy
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I love that John used that phrase! Last week was a rough week (issues with leavning Joy School) for Grant and I and I found that cooling off while Grant was in his room worked quite well....I love that kids can forgive and forget in a heart beat. We can learn quite a bit from them. How did your lasagna turn out, sounds delicious...you should post the recipe :)
That just gave me the shivers. It's interesting what kids pick up on and how they express themselves.
How sweet! Makes you forget about all the stuff that just happened, I am sure this is one of the fun things I get to look forward to :)!
Also, maybe this is weird but I'd love to read about the breastfeeding blog, I am nervous about that stage but know it is an important one! But if you still decide not to post it then that is OK :)
Oh, so cute!
I feel for you on the poop issue! I'm not even kidding when I say I was just thinking about posting a blog on when kids can really wipe their own buns because Gage had just come out of the bathroom with poop all over. UGHH.
That is so precious! You are still his best friend!
John is going to make such an awesome, involved, responsible, intelligent adult!
(That's always what I tell myself about my own children whenever they are particularly precocious, difficult, and clever)
In the meantime, we just have to survive...simple, right?
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