Nick was playing around with Bradley's hair tonight and created this awesome, tough mohawk. We all thought it was funny and cute on our tough boy. He's really so sweet and sensitive and his feelings/emotions are always right on the surface (good or bad). He reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on who. (haha!) Right now he's currently obsessed with Rachel's bike. He loves riding it and is really good at it. He just got on it one day and started riding...hardly any apprehension at all. I guess we know what to get him for his birthday! :) He's so naturally agile and athletic, just like Nick. (thank goodness!)
Yesterday, I hurt Bradley's sensitive little feelings...
Trenty's been sick all week with a fever, which lo and behold was actually strep. Unfortunately, I waited 3 days to take him to the dr., so the poor baby has been suffering all this time. Anyway, I put Trent down for a nap yesterday and told R & B what I was doing and NOT to go into the boy's room. I thought they both were listening, but apparently not. As soon as I left Trent in his crib, fussing a little, I walked into the laundry room to start a load of laundry. 2 seconds later, I hear footsteps in the hallway that end at the boy's room. And then I hear the door open. I looked over and sure enough, Bradley's opening the door to his room. I ran over, closed the door quickly and then start yelling at him: "what are you doing?" "get away from the door!!" "he's trying to sleep..." Yell, Yell, Yell!!! Bradley takes off crying for the den and sits in the chair, bawling his eyes out. I finish my load of laundry and take some deep breaths. Perhaps I did overreact a little bit. So, I go in to talk to Bradley, who has huge tears and a pitiful cry that makes your heart break. He's really pitiful when his feelings have been hurt. I hug him and talk to him, explaining that when Trent's going to take a nap, he CANNOT go into their room. Blah, blah, blah, this is all stuff he's heard a million times before. And, usually he's very good about not going into the room. But, for some reason, my instructions didn't register yesterday. Anyway, through his tears, Bradley says, "I'm just a little boy...I don't know better." It was absolutely pitiful, and hilarious and cute all at the same time. He was right, he IS just a little boy, who makes mistakes and doesn't always listen. He DOES know better, but he didn't mean to interrupt Trent's nap. And, I did overreact a little bit. But, hey, I'm human, I'm a mom, I'm tired sometimes and silly things do sometimes make me snap. Bradley and I hugged and talked and made up and felt better. It's hard to be tough all the time...for anyone.
