Being that I’ve been terribly sick for the last few days I thought today was the perfect day for a post from the past. Here’s one of my favorites that makes me smile every time. I originally wrote it on March 4th, 2009.
The worst part about being a mom is all the stuff you forget. Pregnancy brain never goes away. I was talking to my mom on the phone tonight and she reminded me of a story I thought I would never forget. It only happened a week ago and I’d already forgotten it. So I’m writing it down to share and to make sure I never forget it again.
One morning last week Kora and Logan were coloring at the dining room table.
She said she was looking for her kitty coloring book and started pulling books out and yelling that she couldn’t find it. I told her to keep looking. She gave up right away per usual and came into the living room to enlist my help.
I’ve been trying to get her out of this phase of giving up so quickly when she is looking for something so I kept encouraging her to go back in and look for it herself.
She was having none of it.
Meanwhile, Logan climbed down off his chair and went over to the drawer and started saying, “Ditty, ditty…” as he threw books out all over the floor.
Kora was still in the living room pouting when Logan started calling her. “Ohrah, Ohrah. Here Ohrah. Ditty.”
At first she thought he had found the book for himself and started to get mad, but I said excitedly, “Kora, Logan found your kitty book for you! Isn’t that nice of him?”
She ran into the dining room and Logan held the book out, “Ohrah, here, Ohrah. Ditty.” She took the book with a huge smile, wrapped her arm around his neck (shoulders) and gave him a huge hug and said, “Thanks, Logan. You’re my hero.”