Dead Inside

So we had an experience tonight that makes me want to bust. My kids got through to Wes' stone cold heart. His brother frequently asks me if Wes is dead inside. I'm not saying that it doesn't make him happy that Dylan gets so excited when he comes home, or occasionally he thinks Maisy is cute; but it's pretty fleeting. But it's not on a regular basis that he thinks our kids our so freakin' great that he almost wants to gush about them. And by gushing I mean he said, "that was a Kodak moment." I feel like I have about 50 of those a day.

Anyway tonight the kids had a bath; Maisy was done first and playing in the hallway outside the bathroom. She thinks her brother is so fantastic, that she's usually pretty content if he's just nearby. After a little bit, Dylan said he wanted to get out so he could play with Maisy. I have a feeling Dylan is not that different from most 2 year olds, that he's rarely interested in his baby sister, and usually only interacts with her to humor me. So they played for a little bit, then it was time to say prayers for bed. I was just going to hold Maisy, but Dylan wanted me to put her in his bed. So after prayers he climbed in next to her and wanted her to stay and sleep with him. Of course every time she looked at him she busted up laughing and it's the best sound in the world. It was too tempting to leave her there, but I'm pretty sure she'd fall out of his bed and not for the first time. Anyway, I'm always thrilled when something good can get under Wes' skin. Especially when it's as simple as our kids being happy.