In the last few days I have decided to award myself " mother of the year " twice, one in the good/bragging sense, and one in the " I hope CPS wasn't around sense.
We will start with the good since it happened first. I had just put Pierre to bed over the weekend and he was yelling out a few protest (as always) when all the sudden he got quiet. This was very odd to me because even when he does stop yelling at me for putting him to bed when he clearly was not done partying he is rarely ever completely quiet. He is either talking and singing into a mirror or snoring so loud you would think a bear was in the next room. So, my curiosity got the best of me and I peeked around the corner, praying he wouldn't see me. Much to my surprise my sweet little Carter Bug was standing at Pierre's bedside, holding his hand and singing Jesus Loves Me very quietly. What a sweetie! I actually had to pick him up and carry him out of the room about 10 min later, he would not leave Pierre's side because he was so worried he would be upset. He takes this whole new big brother thing VERY seriously!
Now, on to the not so pleasant parenting moment which now that I think about it should be blamed on my husband. Here goes: I was finishing up peeling potatoes for supper tonight while Pierre was sitting in his high chair eating a couple snacks. My back was to Pierre while Rocky was sitting at the table facing Pierre ( obviously responsible for the child's actions). All the sudden I hear Rocky yell out " NO Pierre don't eat that" and I turn to see my innocent little guy who has probably never been around house plants eat a handful of dirt from the pot next to him. Poor thing, he probably just thought it was another weird tasting American food and of course he was not about to spit something out that he thought was food, so I did what any " mother of the year" would do and just gave him a bunch of juice to wash it down. Oh well, could have been worse.