While writing Monday’s vent sesh about the in-law visit was totally therapeutic, it also left me feeling like a negative nelly. (Or the in-law’s visit made me feel that way, and I was just re-living it when I wrote about it, but whatever). So this post is dedicated to the happy thoughts that have kept me going this week.
Thoughts like . . . how much I freaking love the Christmas season. Beautiful twinkling lights. Gentle (and sometimes violent) snowfall. Family. Cheer. Presents. Giving. Shopping. As I’ve blogged about before, I lurv shopping, so I absolutely welcome any excuse to spend money semi-guiltlessly. And shopping for the kids brings this to a whole other level. I wish I could spend endlessly on them, but I’m trying to keep myself in check! My favorite gift for the kiddos, you ask? Well, it could be the illustrated Harry Potter book that my son is definitely still way too young for but we just couldn’t wait any longer to buy. Or it could be this trampoline that I’m hoping my son can use to jump his crazies out during these winter days inside. Or it could be these adorable rain boots we ordered for Ell-Bell. Are you dying like I’m dying? They are so omg adorable.
Thoughts like . . . how stinking cute K-Man is with some of the things he says. Like how he starts sentences with the phrase “Shall we…”
- Shall we go play in the fam-wy woom?
- Shall we eat eggs and panpakes?
- Shall we go to the wi-bwar-ee?
- Shall we watch Baby Bums?
Or how he calls all meals of the day “wunch.” Or how he kept shouting “fourteen days until Chriiiist-masss!” in the grocery store yesterday (even though I kept correcting him and telling him it was actually only four days). Or how he spends all morning asking me to “wun” and “chaaaaase” him.
Thoughts like … halle-freaking-lujah and a-freaking-men for the fact that the green slime goo crap that we never should have bought turned out to be water soluble. Because otherwise my 1-year-old daughter would be waking up with a buzz cut this morning. (For the record, I only turned away for a few seconds. And for the other record, my son put the goo in her hair. I didn’t knowingly let my 1-year-old play with goo. Of course, I knowingly let my almost-three-year-old play with goo, so I’m still plenty dumb).
Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend. Until next time,