I realize that when I'm usually talking about Steven to others, it's about how much energy he has or how he's a "hand-full." I usually mean it in a good natured way-- hopefully that comes across-- although, it might sometimes be because I feel a little overwhelmed. For some reason, I don't usually tell people the stories that reveal how sweet he can be. I am a blessed, blessed mom! Here's one I couldn't keep to myself:
Last week, all three of us got a virus. It was just a 24 hour headache and sore throat for me, but a little more persistent with the guys. We think Steven had it first, Charlton got it from him, and then I got it from C. Anyway, by Saturday night I was feeling pretty good. Steven was also feeling fine and was finally wanting to eat, so we gave him some cheese with his dinner. Bad decision! He woke up at 1 am Sunday morning and had vomited in his crib. I rushed in because I could tell his cry wasn't normal and then asked for Charlton to come help. After we had cleaned up and changed Steven and his sheets, we started to put him back to bed. He reached out to get another hug from us and then did the baby sign for "Thank You" before peacefully going back to sleep. I almost cried-- what a sweet, sweet boy I have!
Steven and I are back to 100% today and spent most of the morning outside playing in the backyard and going for a wagon ride around the neighborhood. We avoided other kids just to be safe, but now I feel pretty confident that he is back to his normal energetic, sweet self!