Purity and Innocence

Like every three-year-old, Dane has his moments of being the sweetest and most adorable creature alive, and then his moments of being super naughty, frustrating, and stereotypically toddler-esque. He can sometimes even have moments of highs and lows within five minutes of each other. It's crazy.

For example, some frustrating/naughty/hilarious moments lately:

Yesterday he got out of his bed and I found him playing in his toy room after I can out of Graham's room during nap time. He knows that is a BIG no-no. I put him in his crib, since that's what happens when he gets out of the big boy bed. And he spent the next 35 minutes yelling angrily at me from his crib. "DO YOU HEAR ME MOMMY? DON'T EVER DO THIS AGAIN! NEVER EVER DO THIS AGAIN! YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE MOMMY! I'M SERIOUS!"

Also, he has been having tons of small potty accidents this week, after weeks of being fine with the potty training, which has been frustrating. The other day I asked him if he needed to go potty and he said, "No, I think I'll just wait until I'm having an accident." GAHHH!

But his sweetness is just too much too. He named this chick toy his "sweet little love chicky" and walks around holding it and giving kisses to it. 

Even sweeter, Tommy and I were talking after conference about how President Monson didn't look so good, and how he was getting old. Dane heard us and said, "Is President Monson getting sick? Maybe we should say a prayer for him so Heavenly Father will help him!" And now he reminds us with every prayer that we have to pray for President Monson. And if we forget, he also reminds us to pray for for Great-Grandma Murphy and Great-Grandpa Myres, for Callie on her mission and for Troy to find a job. 

This sort of thing is what kills me. And makes my heart explode. And what makes it possible to push through  the really long days and low moments of every day.