|Cuddling under his brother's baby blanket...|
Sadie and I spent the first half of Mass inside with James, but then I heard an unmistakable shriek coming from the narthex and decided to see if Paul needed a little back up. He didn't. By the time I got there everything was fine. But by then they had seen me and well... there was no going back (if Mae sees me leave a room, ever, she becomes totally and completely hysterical... and it doesn't stop for... I don't know... a very, very long time, or until I come back... or she's in her own room.).
The trouble maker, however, was Patch. He was in fine form. He wanted to sprint and dance and walk around and say "hi" to all the pretty young women who were there. Most of all he wanted to go around the corner and hide from us and laugh loudly at his own naughtiness.
Then our time was up. Paul had Sadie and James and I stay, while he took the melting down little ones out to the car.
They have a time limit at Mass it seems. It had been over an hour since it started and they were done (there's a high chance of that happening even in the morning... they're not good for more than sixty minutes of silence and it isn't unusual for our Mass to be 70-80 plus minutes...).
But all night and even this morning my heart has been warmed thinking of him saying "I love you" to his little brother. It's the first time I've ever heard him say the words to anyone. Sometimes when I say I love you to him he'll say "Too! Too!" but to hear him say the words to James makes this mom's heart full to bursting! Even after a particularly trying night wrangling them during Mass.
|He thinks he's big enough to wear his brother in the sling...|
|Not quite little guy... not quite...|
|In our PJs earlier yesterday morning...|
|Giving a kiss while holding his pirate sword!|