Okay, in honour of the weekend, such as it is, I've decided to try to keep track of things that make me smile during the week, and things that make me, well, smile less and post them on Saturday or Sunday.
So, with just the right amount of adieu,
Things that make me Smile:
1. Wake-up time with Sontoo. No matter how much he's squawking, I can count on a smile the moment I open his door and turn on the light. He's just so happy to start the day. And I just love his morning routine. If he's standing in his crib when I open the door, he'll smile and then he'll do a bum drop, which is to say he jumps up, puts his legs straight out in front of him and lands on his little tushy. He then gathers his three gramma blankets, and hugs them while I take him from the crib to the change table. I'll miss that when it ends.
2. In a similar vein, my morning hug from Sonwun. When he wakes up, usually at about 6 a.m., I am downstairs either writing my blog entry or checking up on my other on-line activities. He, without fail, thumps down the stairs, enters the kitchen, says "Good Morning Daddy," and gives me my hug. Great way to start the day!
3. The smell of fresh ground coffee. Once you get a grinder, you'll never go back to the pre-ground stuff. The smell, the taste, the kick - oh joy!
4. Trying something new and succeeding. This week it was home-made bread. I always thought that this was one of those things that was extremely difficult and best left to seasoned stay-at-home moms and dads. It was so much easier than I thought and it tasted soooo good. Sonwun loved it and even ate the crust!
5. The sound of my boys playing together. It's not something I hear often, as they are usually fighting over a toy or blanket. But when they are doing something downstairs that is making them both laugh, I can't help but smile.
Things that make me smile a little less . . .
1. People who think the drug store is a casino. I don't know why, but they always seem to end up in front of me at the check-out. I am buying one thing and, with two kids in tow, am anxious to complete my transaction before one or both of them are arrested for shoplifting. The senior in front of me, however, must have their 50 weekly lottery tickets and scratch tickets individually checked. Then they must get their cash and then they must pore over their options for new tickets this week. Drives me up a freakin' wall, especially here in Thompson where there is rarely more than one clerk at the check-out.
2. The big purple dinosaur and his minions. I can't stand this show and have banned it from my home. The combination of the dopey-sounding dinosaur and his ever-smiling Stepford children co-stars just leaves me cold. And hey, a note to the writers, when you want the big purple goof to give an example of "rhyming," maybe "fiddle and diddle" are not your best options. Seriously, give your head a shake. The show creeps me out enough without adding that to the mix.
3. Whining. Especially whining for an extended period of time. Daddy has things to do during the day and can not, and will not, carry you around while I'm doing them. Sorry, not logistically possible. I love my boys with all my heart, but the sound of them whining when I'm tired and folding laundry, or making supper, is like nails on a chalkboard.
4. The moron who thought it was funny to attack our snowman. You know, that was a fun, family project. It was placed outside of the living room window so that we could look at it all winter long. You ruined that and you pissed me off. Here's hoping we get the chance to build another before the real cold sets in. Oh, and I know that temperatures that hovered around zero in the days leading up to your attack made the snowman into a pretty solid chunk of ice. I hope it hurt, you little shit.
5. Discipline. I hate it. No matter what method we choose, it's just no fun. Something as simple as "no dessert if you don't clean your plate," sucks. This week, Sonwun and I worked together to make a carrot cake - his favourite. At supper, however, he refused to finish, or even make a real effort at his taco salad. As such, the cake remained in the fridge, untouched. I hate that. The fact that we made the cake together, with supper last night in mind, made it that much worse. I was really looking forward to seeing him enjoy the fruits of our labour. I know it's a necessary and critical part of parenting. But it's never fun.
But hey, let's end with a smile . . .
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