Big helpers

 I realized it's been a week since I last posted, and it wasn't the most cheerful, was it?  Well a lot has happened in the last two weeks.  Benjamin had a birthday, I'll try to post about that tomorrow or the next day, and Glen has reached a new stage of development and loves to help me.
Benjamin loves to help with chores and cleaning, they are both excellent little cleaners when they are in a good mood.  In fact, if I can toot my mommy horn for a second here, I had a lady compliment me on how well behaved and what good cleaners they are.  A man in our ward has cancer and the ward wanted to finish renovating their kitchen  a project he started before being diagnosed.  Once the men had done their part with the fixing stuff, the women went over to clean.  I took my boys with me and when I walked in the door this lady said she thought "Oh great.  The last thing we need is a couple boys making trouble."  But then she went on to tell me how pleased she was because they got right down to work and scrubbed floored, washed windows, and cleaned the fire place   They cleaned for an hour until the work was done.  That just made my little heart so happy. I tell John "If the laundry is in the wrong spot, or unfolded, it is because Benjamin decided he was going to put it all away by himself.  And they both love doing the dishes!
So anyway, this pregnancy had been extremely difficult for me.  I have been off and on partial bed rest and I have been so sick very often.  There are hardly any chores I can do without help and I have been in a lot of pain.  But my sweet boys have been s helpful, especially Glen.  He can tell when I am in pain or not feeling well and he always prays for me and makes such an effort to help out.  He will support me when I walk, run and grab things for me, make lunch or dinner, he is so gentle, and he helps Benjamin too.  He has such a compassionate spirit!
Despite the times when I wonder if Gypsies still buy children, I love these sweet boys so much.  Benjamin and I were having issues this morning, but we pretended to go to sleep and we both started over and the rest of the day went well.  He was cheerful and helpful.  He put away the dishes (I think they like that they get to climb on the counters.) :)  and he even took a nap.  No, despite those tough times I could never bee without my boys.  They mean too much to me.  I just need to remember that when the going gets tough.