my child with the circle head

I tucked my kids in bed at 9 pm last night. Aaron was still at work (I think he arrived home sometime after 11.) Simon was finally asleep and I was looking forward to picking up my new read. [Counte of Monte Cristo. I am on page 72.] Just as I pulled down my covers, Luke came in my bedroom. I saw that a couple of tears were forming in his eyes and asked him if he was scared. He said, "No. But yesterday when I asked if I could cuddle with you in your bed, you told me that I could tomorrow. And you never did." I smiled and said, "The day is not over yet!"

He crawled in next to me and laid his head on my pillow. Our faces were about 6 inches away from each other. His chocolately brown eyes were wide open, the tears gone. I asked him if he was sad that Simon was joining the blue-eyed team. (the baby has blue eyes, btw.) He shook his head on the pillow. I said, "It's kinda cool that you are the only kid with brown eyes. It makes you unique." His eyebrows raised and he excitedly said, "Ya. And I'm basically the only one in the family with a circle head."


That's basically why I love him. Because he has the cutest circle head in the family. Oh, and because he brings the baby to me in the middle of the night..

A few weeks ago, Luke was by my bed at 2 am. He was holding Simon. Obviously, I was exhausted and didn't hear the baby crying. But Luke did and decided to bring him to me. He didn't say much.. maybe a "Here, mom." And then headed back to bed. I thought it was awfully sweet of him.

The next morning when I was a little more coherent, I said to myself, "wait a minute... Luke isn't tall enough to get the baby out of his crib. Ben can hardly do it himself and Ben is several inches taller than Luke." So I went to the nursery and found it like so:


Yes, at 2 am, Luke woke up, heard the baby crying and tried to get him out of the crib. When he realized he was too short, he went into the bathroom and got a step stool. When one wasn't enough, he got another and stacked in on top of the first. That seemed to do the trick. A smarter (and less service-oriented) child would have told his mom to get her lazy butt out of bed and get the baby herself. I am not sure if I should be grateful or not. This could have turned out with a different ending......

Should I be telling this story on my blog when CPS could be knocking on my door any minute? I figure if they didn't take me away after Zack drove the minivan, I should be okay. I hope so, anyway.