Since I posted recently about what a handful the little mister can be, I thought I should balance that with other side of the coin. Sometimes he swings the opposite way and is the sweetest boy I have known. The other day he was hitting Mela with his piggie bank (unfortunately for Mela and Ikaika, not that uncommon). I told him to stop and he didn't. I took away his bank and he threw a tantrum and started hitting Mela. I am so over having this same fight every day multiple times and I got frustrated and yanked him away and really yelled at him. He got upset and started crying harder, I felt terrible and started crying, too. (You can tell I have this whole motherhood thing down pat in time for the second to arrive). So, I am holding him telling him that Mama is sorry for yelling and pulling and that I love him, but he still can't hit Mela. Once he calmed down he started chasing Mela and I was like are-you-effin-kidding-me-right-now until I realized that he was chasing her saying "sorry! sorry! sorry!" I calmed the traumatized Mela enough to sit down and Roscoe started petting her and saying sorry and whispering sweet nothings to her. SO SWEET. Oh, and then they french kissed.
Then the other day when we were putting him to bed he wouldn't give Dada kisses because he was too absorbed in his books or something. Ray made an exaggerated sad face and Roscoe stopped and just looked at him very concerned. Then Roscoe put his hand on Ray's arm and just patted his arm, watching his face carefully with a furrowed brow to see if it was helping. Times like those I am reminded that he is just a sweet boy trying to find his way through this crazy life just like the rest of us. He's a darn good egg.
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