Uncrazy-ing Me

Confirmed. I have the best kids ever. Don't even try to argue your case that yours are better than mine....it's not even worth the effort! I have proof!

Exhibit A -- When Tate did this.

Exhibit B -- Happened today. Here's how it all went down...

It all started with my van being TRASHED out. I mean nasty gross. Just ask Lisa, Stephanie, and Melissa....they had to sit on the funky french fries last night. Talk about embarrassing. I don't care how many times someone tells you that their car is gross, too....it just doesn't take the horror out of giving your friends a ride in filth. Ew. (So sorry, girls....really.)

Anyway...so the car was N.A.S.T.Y. I have been complaining about it for several days now, but haven't found the time to go and clean it out. I'm weird about cleaning out the car at home. I'd much rather take it to the carwash and clean out all the trash there and then use their super duper vacuums to suck up all the stray M&Ms and forgotten Happy Meal parts (shhhh...don't tell my kids!).

So, detouring by the carwash hasn't made it into our schedule these past few days (okay....weeks), so the Great Red Bomb has continually grown grosser and funkier. And my whining and griping about it has grown louder and longer.

This afternoon after school, Keaton asked if he could play outside when we got home. I was exhausted after dealing with Tate all day (he was sick on his field trip....can you believe it? Sick. Ugh.....so like us.), and I really didn't care what the kids did, as long as my afternoon involved the recliner. So I sent him outside.

I noticed that he came in the house several times, and I heard the kitchen cabinets slam shut a couple of times. Really didn't think too much of it behind my dozey eyelids.

Before too long, I was being shaken awake by Keaton who was grinning from ear to ear. He was yanking my arm to get out of the chair and come with him outside. Now usually this means that I'm going to witness a new tree climbing strategy or some fortress that has been erected in my yard made out of trash and splintery planks of scrap wood (hello, tetanus!)....and I was fulling expecting a similar scenario this afternoon.

But, oh...I was in for a treat!

This precious little angel boy led me straight to the Great Red Bomb and proudly opened the doors. HE HAD CLEANED MY CAR!

Oh, yes, he did. He had cleared it of all the funky french fries, old Sunday School papers, and even the extra articles of clothing that had found their way into the car. There were no more Sonic straw wrappers or half-eaten honeybuns. He even vacuumed. Like really vacuumed....not just the rush job either. He even sprayed some of my body spray in there....he said he didn't know what else to use to make it smell good (is that not the sweetest?!).

I asked Keaton what made him think to do that, and he said, "You've been talking about how the the dirty car makes you crazy, so I thought I'd surprise you by uncrazy-ing you." I heart that boy.

What in the world did I do to deserve such pampering by my fellas?! They are the best. They are going to make fabulous husbands....

See....I told you I had the best kids ever! Talk about feeling loved and appreciated.

***After I already had this post written, Exhibit C happened. Sawyer brought me a love note tonight. Complete with a piece of gum (new!) wrapped inside. Then he serenaded me on his guitar with "Frosty the Snowman." I treasure these days....so much.***

You think they will still brush my hair, clean my car, and write me love notes when they are teenagers? Gosh, I hope so.


Mich said...

Sweet! Don't you love it when they do things like that? It gives me hope that I'm not messing my kids up too bad!

Luke and Jessica Colley said...

I can't wait to be the mommy of a big boy now! :)

mer@lifeat7000feet said...

Oh how sweet! You do have great kids. I won't argue there. :)

J cleaned my van out a couple of weeks ago. It spoke straight to my heart.

Hope Tate feels better soon.

Alison said...

How sweet are they???

Nina Diane said...

awww...kids can be so sweet sometimes....and uh, sometimes not!! that's awesome

Stephanie @ My Answered Prayer said...

Ok....Addison can have her pick of the 3 even though K is 5 yrs older. I'll still let her date him when she's in college!!!

You've got some good ones but my are pretty good too especially my cuddler...She calls E "Sweet Cuddly Daddy"