Don't tell Brian, but I took the boys to the horrible place called McDonald's tonight. Oh the shame! (The kids call it the French fry store). So I do feel bad that I treated them to craptacular food because it was fast and we were on the way to the store.
But....
Our town's Mickey D's is newly remodeled and has a play climbing kiddy thing. The little ones were stocked....I mean it is a playground inside the French fry store which equates to sheer mind-blowing awesomeness in their world.
But...
Within moments of heading into the structure, Jude struggles to climb up onto the platforms. "Momma! Momma up! Momma up, please! Momma help, up, please!" Each phrase being utter with a more frantic voice than the last. Being Super Mom, I help him up.
But he gets stuck again...just out of my reach.
So...
Tamlin to the rescue!
Who knew that greasy food meant a chance to have my older son do good deeds by helping he's little brother navigate the playset. Tam was awesome. He climb right over and gave Jude's little bottom a push up to the next landing. He also held Jude's hand while attempting to cross the swaying bridge for the first time and Tam held Jude in his lap when going down the twisty slide for his first time.
It was pure goodness to see the brothers playing well with each other.
My heart swelled with pride.
To top it off, the boys shed no tears when I said it was time to go and everyone made it to the potty on time.