Tag Archives: favorite things

It’s the little things…

21 May

I love it when:

  • I wake up on time.
  • Nia and Nate wake up in great moods and spoil me with big hugs.
  • I can take a shower in peace without having to hurry.
  • Andrew is off or home from work.
  • Both Nate and I enjoy our trip to the Y.
  • I cook something that everyone likes! (I’ll have to write about our tiny critic later!)
  • Nia colors and draws pictures.
  • I only have to break up one or two sibling spats a day.
  • Andrew cracks my back.
  • I get to spend time/talk with our faraway family.
  • I get to hang out or chat with my buddies.
  • I hear Nia/Nate singing.
  • Andrew wants chicken wings for dinner.
  • The scale says what I want it to say.
  • I get to watch my favorite shows on tv.
  • A song I like comes on the radio/tv and I can actually listen to it.
  • I see a Starbucks and resist the tasty temptation.
  • I see a Starbucks and give in to the tasty temptation.
  • I spend less than $100 during my weekly grocery store visit.
  • I can get in and out of the grocery store without feeling like I’ve lost my mind.
  • Nate cuddles with me during story/tv time.
  • Nia helps her little brother.
  • Nate says new words.  (He’s getting there!)
  • I hear the kids laughing.
  • I get to write about something sweet the kids did or the happiness they made me feel.


 

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Our Own Linus

9 Mar

Special Blankey

It doesn’t matter what Nate is doing – whenever he sees his blanket he immediately puts his thumb in his mouth and reaches for it with his other hand. I can barely get it washed – in fact, this picture was taken right after he grabbed at a small part of it that was sticking out of the hamper.  He knocked the hamper over and kept pulling until he finally had it in his grasp.  All of that pulling must have worn him out because as soon as he had it he flopped over and plugged his mouth.

It’s so sweet how powerful and comforting a favorite thing, like a blanket or doll, can be and it seems it provides a feeling/memory that stays with you forever.  I know I still miss my blankey (it was lost during one of my many visits to the hospital when I was little) and Andrew’s sister (I hope you don’t hate me after this) still is lucky enough to have a piece of her childhood blanket.  Did you have something you cherished too?  What happened to it?

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