I was forced to send Gabriella to her room recently. (Okay, a lot, but let's not go there.) I have to close the door when I do this to keep my Little Man from wandering in and playing with her. You see, Little Man has never known a day of life without his big sister. He follows her everywhere. Anything she does, he has to do. Anything she has, he has to have. When he wakes up from his nap he immediately has to find Ella, and if she happens to still be asleep, it takes every ounce of my attention to keep him from waking her up.
Gabriella doesn't like to be sent to her room, therefore it makes a good punishment when such is called for. She lays on the floor on the other side of the closed door and cries, calling out for me to rescue her from the hell which at any other time is her playground.
There she is, laying on her floor, whimpering at me from under the crack, and Little Man is whimpering himself because of the absence of his playmate. He walks down the hall and lays himself down on the floor next to Gabriella's door. He reaches his hand under the crack and starts babbling to her in his baby talk. She stops crying and starts chattering back to him. There they are, comforting each other in their time of need.
Kids have a way of melting your heart when you are most angry with them.
Kids are the most interesting, fascinating things around. They keep you young, and help you rediscover your innocence, and they also stay cute just so we don't kill them LOL
By 
Crazy Single Mom, at
5:35 AM
Awwwwwww.
That may be the sweetest thing I've ever read.
