My nighttime buddy

When Max comes down the stairs looking like this, asking so nicely, not whining or crying, just very politely, if he could sit with me while I watch TV, I know that I should just send him back up to his room. But he’s so cute, I just can’t resist.

So last night I let him join me in my Sunday night guilty pleasure, and I can now only hope his little 2 ½ year old mind was not able to actually process anything that he witnessed on Desperate Housewives. I should have put him up to bed after that, but he didn’t want to leave my side.

As I was gathering laundry from the dryer, he said, “I help you Mommy!” so sweet and cheerful.
“No Max, you need to go back to bed,” I said with little conviction.
“No Mommy, I HELP you!” he responded paying no mind to my request.
So I let him “help” me, because folding clothes with a 2 ½ year old is just so much more fun than folding them alone. First he folded all the socks individually. Then I had to inform him that he needed to fold them in pairs. I’ve never seen anyone get so excited to match socks!

After folding 2 baskets of laundry, we snuggled together watching Brothers and Sisters. There was a scene where Calista Flockhart was leaning in to kiss Rob Lowe. Max started grinning, and said with the cutest little sing-song voice, “Mooooooommy! They’re kiiiiiiising.” Then he sat next to me making kissing noises for a few minutes before he finally leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

My little boy is turning into quite the charmer.