Alma is so thoughtful

We had a pretty late night last night. My dad (Grandpa John) had his "25 anniversary with his company dinner party" last night. He postponed it for 7 months until all of the kids could be here for it. It was the first time all 7 of us have been together since Chris and Amber's Wedding 4.5 years ago. So. Much. Fun.

Tyler's parents watched the kids for me, and the big kids (2 and 3 is big in our family) got to stay up late with them and watch Cinderella. It's so great to live close to family again! Leaving them with Grandma and Grandpa for 5 hours is much less stressful for me and easier on the kids, than leaving them with a babysitter who they would only see once a month. I really lucked out with my in-laws. Seriously. They're so great that I would go and hang out with them a couple times a week while Tyler was up at school. They are that much fun.
It's okay...you can be jealous, I probably would be too. Except that I have them. So I'm not.

So I was gonna tell a funny little story about Alma and got carried away setting it up.

We had a pretty late night, so this morning when the big kids woke up they went potty and them climbed into bed with me (Tyler's working up in Calabasas this week). Abby puts her clothes back on, but Alma takes everything off to go potty, brings me a fresh diaper, and we just don't bother with clothes for him until after breakfast (oatmeal washes off of skin more easily than Jammies).

{Wow. I am really good at going off on tangents}

Anyway, Alma's laying next to me in bed in his diaper and Abby goes back into their room, comes back and tells me that Alma wet his bed (through his previous diaper). I say that I'll have to wash his sheets. And then Alma, in his sweet croaky morning voice says that he'll keep my side of the bed warm; all while scooting towards me to help push me out of the bed.

Needless to say, there will be a little boy helping me do laundry today (they all actually beg to help with the laundry, I just felt like I needed to end with some snide little remark- maybe today I shouldn't let him help?) I'm not really upset, just in love with my sweet little two year old who knows how much I love a warm bed.