My son recently has been saying “happy!” trying to ensure my daughter and I are happy…all the time, in the cutest way! If he thinks either of us are sad, he simply says “Happy”. If we don’t tell him that we are happy, or look happy after that, he says “Happy please.” If that doesn’t work, he’ll say “Mommy happy please” and give me a huge smile. His smile just lights up the room!
Yesterday my daughter was home from school because she wasn’t feeling well. In the evening, she was looking very unhappy because the tylenol I had given her had run out. Poor thing. My son noticed, went over and told her “Happy”. She couldn’t even fake it. So he said “Happy please” and then leaned over and gave her a kiss to help her feel better. I also gave her the next dose of tylenol.
Shortly thereafter, my daughter mentioned that she was starting to feel a bit better. I told her that was good, and that the tylenol must have started working. She said it was getting a kiss from her brother.
So much cuteness!!
A great reminder, that I found on Pinterest. May type it up and hang in our kitchen…
Thought this was appropriate seeing as today is Canadian Thanksgiving:
In our home, I have “my chair”. The kids know that when I come back into the living room and they are sitting in “my chair”, that they have to move. They can just move temporarily to just give me space to sit down, and then come back for our wonderful cuddles but I’m sitting in “my chair”. It’s where I can block out the sounds from the kids’ programming while I read, surf the internet, write, etc.
What drove me crazy though is that so much garbage collects on the table right beside “my chair”. When we all caught a cold a couple months ago, I put a plastic bag beside my chair to collect used Kleenex because I was too lazy to get up each time I blew my nose to throw it out. When I got better, I realized how much I loved having a pseudo-garbage right beside my chair so I got an actual plastic garbage can and it now stays beside my chair.
It’s strange but this little garbage can makes me happy – happy that I don’t have to get up to throw things out in the kitchen or bathroom garbage cans; happy that I was so “brilliant” to finally figure out this little tidbit. It really is the little things in life that make me happy.
Considering tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, I thought it would be appropriate to post something about relationships.
Happy Valentine’s Day! Be sure to celebrate your most precious relationship…the one with yourself.
As with any major change in life, my marriage separation helped me determine who my true friends are, and for that, I feel truly blessed. Some thoughts about the people we call friends…
1. My favorite thing about this week was/is still to come…I’m not sure what relationship we are to eachother now but she’s still and will always be part of our family…my ex’s older daughter (and therefore my kids’ older sister) is coming to visit just us, for the first time since her father and I split up almost 2 years ago. We are REALLY looking forward to the visit!
2. Colder weather makes me pull out the slow cooker and start cooking “properly” again. Gotta love harvest time!
3. Three things that make me terribly happy as of late are
- The constant improvement in development my son is experiencing in IBI
- My daughter’s excitement in being in French Immersion and joining lots of clubs at school
- My man – sappy, I know but it’s true
4. If I could only wear one kind of shoe for the rest of my life, I’d choose my slip-on runners…but I would properly and forever mourn my 3” heels, desperately wishing I could wear them again but, when I have 6 year old twins to chase after, runners it is. Ugh, this question hurts.
5. My personality type is ENTP, through and through, however there were some years where I seemed to flip between ENTP and ENTJ. At least the “ENT” part remained the same. 😉
6. I have a serious problem resisting my Starbucks chai latter, and also leaving Jalapeno Cheddar Doritos in the store. I’m getting better but they just call my name when I walk by them in the grocery store. I must be strong…
7. My favorite colour to wear is black shirt and dark blue jeans…very depressing I know, and it’s such a “mom uniform”. I also like wearing browns and greens too – look great on redheads.