"Sure buddy." I said, not really hearing him in my rush to comfort Kiernan who had fallen and bonked his head for the 200th time that day before heading to the nursery to rescue the newly awakened (and angry) Beckett from his crib.
"Mommy, Brennan go outside. Brennan help Da-eee fix tractor! Take tools!"
As I emerged from the nursery I saw him. Standing at the front door, face full of excitement and anticipation, carrying his little wooden tool puzzle. And then I melted. He had heard Brian tell me that he was headed out to fix the tire on the lawn mower and decided that he would help his Daddy. But of course he had to get his tools before heading outside.
"OK buddy, let's go find Daddy so you can help him" I said as we headed outside. He rushed out into the sunshine, plopped his tools on the ground, and carefully evaluated the situation. "Need drill!" he exclaimed as he pulled the little wooden drill from the puzzle. After "fixing" the tire with the drill, he looked up at his Daddy and said "Da-eee, I fix it!" So proud of himself and needing his Daddy to proud of him.
Gosh darn it, my sweet baby boy is growing up. It's bittersweet to watch, but I wouldn't want to miss it for the world.