My sweetheart

One of the reasons I wanted to start writing this was to keep track of some of the sweet things Noah (and of course the other two) says and does.
Noah seems to be quite empatethetic. He covered his ears and buried his head in the chair when his brother and sister got their immunizations at their last check-up. He looks after Nathan in the backseat when he cries, trying to give him his pacifier, playing the music on his toy, or talking and singing to him. "It's OK Nathan. We'll be home some and feed you, OK?".
This past weekend when I wasn't feeling well, I laid down on the bed next to Noah (he was of course watching Little Einsteins) for a minute with my head down on the pillow. Noah crawls over to me and rubs my arm. I hear, "It's OK Mommy, you will feel better, OK?." Then he bends down and gives me a little kiss on my arm. I teared up.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking he's so sweet when he's hitting his sister over the head with a block. Or whining over getting ANOTHER Little Einsteins put on "Mommy's TV". But even as I write this, with Claire in my lap, Noah is sweetly coming over to me and patting me on the back to show me Doctor Noah-- or Noah with a baby wipe over his mouth, which he is now using to clean the TV.