When the boys ran in to the house to share with us their valentine loot from the day, Troy pulled out a handwritten note and read it to Cael. His teacher said they could write a note to anyone they wanted and he wanted Cael to feel included on the fun "school excitement" of sharing cards and treats.
Brock woke up with a fever on Easter weekend and had to miss a soccer game. He was pretty lethargic; the only time my big boys nap is when they're sick and for him to take long naps, two days in a row, we knew he wasn't feeling well. Troy told me that he didn't think it was fair that Brock was sick, "Brock doesn't deserve to be sick, he's such a nice person. I wish I could be sick for him". Later that day when I checked on my snoozing B.boy, I saw Troy wrote a sweet 'get well' note and included a gatorade with it for when he woke up.
This was also the same morning I was served breakfast in bed by my little ones...toast, applesauce, and orange juice.
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