Good things

Christopher likes to know what he will be doing the next day. It's part of our routine, discussing what we'll do tomorrow. Last week, we had Therapy with Mr. Doug. Christopher was at first very excited to go tell him about the fire drills.
Daddy had been cooking and set offf the fire alarm at 7 in the morning on a snowy day. Chris came tearing down the stairs in his jammies, yelling EVERYONE GET UP! FIRE DRILL! Well, never mind we were already up. But we were so impressed with his enthusiasm and didn't want to shoot him down just because Daddy tried to burn the house down, we all ran outside. Even Fina.
Frankly we were Proud of Christopher for learning what to do during a fire drill and applying to our home. It gave us a great platform to teach the boys what to do, where to meet on the sidewalk and all that. We were very impressed, and we told him so. I suppose that was why it was the first thing to pop into his mind when he was to go see Mr. Doug.
But as he was telling me before his appointment about how he wanted to tell Doug about fire drills, he asked me to not tell him any bad stories about him (him being Christopher). It made me feel bad, like I tell tales, negative ones. I told Chris, as it just so happened, I couldn't think of anything that Chris had done that was bad. Could he? No. Well, then, nothing bad to report. Actually, Christopher has really been maturing lately. We don't fight as much, he's responding well to TimeOuts. When he can listen, before he loses it in tantrums, he can be reasonable. Maybe it's that he's approaching 6. He's very excited about his birthday.
But he's also becoming quite a wonderful boy, he's my cuddle bug with the biggest heart. This weekend, Sam got a bad case of the pukies, in the car. And when he'd puked all into his carseat and over his clothes for the second time, we decided it was best to just continue on. Sam didn't feel well, and Chris told us, "Mommy, I need to talk to Jesus." Like Pray? "Yes, I need to pray that Jesus will make my brother feel better." And so we did. And when Chris was done leading the prayer, he asked Sam if he felt better, and Sam piped up, a teeny tiny yes. It brought tears to my eyes.
But it illustrates how wonderful a big brother Christopher is becoming. Sam wants to be just like him. The only flaw I've seen, is that on occasion Christopher will flop down in tantrum or harrumph back just like Sam does. But all we have to do is ask him, Are you 2? And he stops. Usually.
We talked about how Christopher has been helping Sam get dressed, and helping Sam get ready to go in the mornings, even trying to get his shoes on. We'll have to watch for when Sam is ready to do it himself. But that is another day.
For right now, I have a Sweetie sweetboy, who loves going to therapy, and listens on most occasions, at least this week. I am so Proud of him.