Mommy's little helper

So yesterday was a rough morning. Nothing too terrible, but just enough to frazzle me for a few minutes. Thankfully, i have the world's sweetest little boy to help me out when things get rough :o) Here's the scoop:

Long story short, i had planned our morning out and NOT ONE THING went according to plan. I tried to put noah down for a nap (not on the plan, but totally necessary) but he wasn't having it. He screamed and screamed. So i caved and brought him back out to the playroom, where he continued to scream and scream. He didn't want to eat, didn't want to sleep, holding him wasn't helping either... so i sat on the couch and put my head in my hands and took a mental break. Billy must have felt my frustration because he walked up to me and said "you okay, momma?" (this is a phrase asked at LEAST 5 times a day. he's just the sweetest).  I said "yes. i'm okay. i just need a little break." He then walked around to behind the couch where noah was crying. I heard him mumble something to noah, but i couldn't make out what it was. Noah immediately stopped crying and started playing. Less than a minute later billy came back to me and sat in my lap and said "you okay momma? want hug?" and then just cuddled with me for another 2 minutes. Thanks to him, i was okay. My 2 year old son had taken care of me.

How in the world did i get this lucky?!?!?