Don't you fret

When Kent has been getting worked up about inconsequential things lately I've started telling him "Don't you fret," which always makes him laugh and then he repeats it back to me. He especially likes the word "fret," which he sometimes repeats several times.

A couple weeks ago when we were traveling back from California we were on a layover in Dallas. The bathroom right next to our gate was closed for renovations, so when I took Kent to sit on the potty as our boarding time drew near we had to walk a long way to find a bathroom. We got back to our gate just in time for Kent to tell us it was time for a poo poo, so I gathered him up and headed back to the bathroom, and of course, it took too long to get there. On top of the eminent departure, we were down to our last wipe, our last pair of pullups, and we didn't have our changing pad with us since he's mostly been sitting on the potty lately. I was stressed about the whole situation, and when I put Kent up on the changing table and he looked at my face he must have been able to tell. He said, "Don't you fret," which made me laugh and then I repeated it back to him. It was just what I needed to hear.

We got things taken care of quickly and made it back to our gate in plenty of time. Kent slept with his head on mommy's leg the whole flight from Dallas to New Orleans. I love my son.





I love him too. And I love you. And I love that poop stresses you out so much. =)

# posted by Blogger erica : 10/23/2009 8:49 PM  

poop!! sweet!

# posted by Blogger anilia : 10/25/2009 3:03 PM  


# posted by Blogger Lauren : 11/03/2009 10:39 PM  

You all are sweeties...

# posted by Blogger Mom A : 11/08/2009 5:02 PM  

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