So I was complaining the other day about the craziness of the kids. James came into my bedroom this morning and woke me up by moving my hair from my forehead. I kept my eyes closed to see if he thought I was still sleeping, but he whispered, "Stay in bed, Mom. I'm gonna make you breakfast." And he did! He poured me a bowl of cereal with milk, all by himself, and brought me two cookies on a little plate. Of course, I got all weepy. I told him to wait so I could take his picture and remember today. He made such an effort to be a sweetheart today so I would be "so proud" of him. I totally am.