Sometimes it's the little things. Like at the playground the other day when a little girl got stuck, and Mo hoisted her up - really, he rescued her - and then went about his business of chasing the older boys. Not a second thought.
I was so proud.
And this weekend, Mo was my little shining star.
The boys usually get up at 5:45 a.m. But instead of running into our room and tugging at me and Daddy to entertain them - the boys went downstairs on their own.
Mo put on Curly's favorite train cartoon - which is all it takes to keep the little guy happy.
But it didn't end there. When they got hungry, Big Brother Mo got out the bread and (using a chopstick, since he's not allowed to use the knives) made two peanut butter sandwiches. He even got out the special cookie cutters to make the PBJs into circle shapes.
The next time they make one of their infamous messes, I'll try to remember coming down the stairs yesterday morning - with an extra 45 minutes of sleep - and seeing them camped out on the living room rug, side-by-side, eating their little circle sammies and watching The Busy Little Engine.