Had to laugh a little last night.
Levi ended up, no thanks to daddy’s forgetfulness of getting him into an overnight diaper, wet his underwear and bedsheet. Poor boy kept apologizing to us for that. I kept reassuring him it was my fault and not his.
About 20 minutes after getting him asleep, I was back in the kitchen doing some binder work for Danielle when I hear him come out of his room again crying. When I went to ask what was wrong, he said he thought he’d lost me. I put Bella to bed, turned off the laminator machine, and crawled into bed with him to reassure him that I wasn’t lost and that I was there for him.
My little bug warms my heart.