I was frantically cleaning the bathrooms today when I heard Jackson wake up from his nap. At least an hour earlier than I had hoped. I finished up what I was doing, and went up to his room to find Isabelle sitting next to him in the crib rubbing his back. Immediately upset, I thought she had went in and woke him. In a very much Walmart-mom tone, I said:
"What are you doing???"
And very sweetly, she replied:
"I heard him crying so I came in to make him feel better."
"It didn't work so I just wiped the tears from his eyes."
I love her.