Sweet kids

Yesterday I fell down my stairs. 

If you've seen them, you know they are steep. 

There is also a sturdy gate at the bottom that my feet gracefully knocked down. 

I landed on my tailbone (already cracked/broken/whatever from Jonah's labor)  ouch.

I was carrying laundry baskets, my pants were too big, slipped on the hem of my pants, and crash. 

That's what I get for not doing my laundry on Monday... :)

Anyway, I hurt.  I sat there for a minute with my head in my hands assessing the damage, moaning from the initial pain, and my kids of course came to see what the commotion was all about. 

It was sweet, they kept asking if I was okay.  Trevan patted my arm and my leg.  Mallary kept giving me kisses, and Jonah even reached in to give me a few pats as well. 

I finally got up, put in the load of laundry, and sat down on the couch.  Mallary came and started rubbing one of my feet.  Trevan joined in on the other one.  Then he came to rub my back, and Mallary covered me with blankets and gave me kisses.  All without me asking.

It was sweet.  In moments like those, I think to myself, "Well, maybe I'm not doing that bad as a mom..."

Then today, I was upstairs and I kept hearing dishes banging around, and I was starting to get really upset not knowing what was going on downstairs, and no one would answer me. 

Trevan came up a few minutes later and said, "I washed all the dishes in the sink."

I was like, "What???"

He had rinsed out all the dishes on one side of the sink and put them on the other side, like how we do when they are ready to go in the dishwasher. 

All by himself.

It was really sweet.

My baby is growing up!!!