Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Do I HAVE to let her grow up?
Letting Abby grow up is harder than I thought. I'm definitely not rushing her but I'm not holding her back either. So, why do I still rock her to sleep (well, doziness) in my arms when I put her to bed? I've finally figured it out. I'm NOT doing it for her (cause I could be tough and chuck the rocking chair or at least move it out of the room). I'm really doing it for me. I get it. All day long, she's away from me while I work. At night, she's either too busy to cuddle or doesn't want to. Getting her to sit still only happens when we are in the car. So, why do I do it? Because it's the one time of day that she turns back into my little baby. She lays in my arms, sprawled out (and yes, she does take up a LOT more room on my lap now!) and has her bottle (we're slowly working on weaning THAT off but she doesn't do a soother or suck her thumb so it's her security blankie) and just snuggles into me. She smells so adorable, she sighs, I can kiss her and stroke her hair and she LETS me. No "No Mommy!" or swatting me away. It's the one time when I get to get my mommy fill. I can watch her in her sweetest. Her eyes closed, her little cheeks moving as she has her bottle, her little hand twisting in her hair. She's not frowning, throwing a temper, fidgeting, running away or crying. Just letting me adore her again. Sigh...not gonna lie...it's hard to let that go. I know I have to eventually but in the meantime, I will not begrudge those moments of my time. I know I should have trained her to go to sleep on her own ages ago but I know that even as she gets older, she'll want me to cuddle with her in bed, reading a book, singing to her or rubbing her back. It's what her sister did. I used to have moments of wishing Bella would just go to bed on her own because I was missing out on time with friends when they were over visiting or because I was tired and wanted to go to bed myself. But with Abby, I know how fleeting all this is and how quickly they go from wanting you near them to pushing you away so if I have to sacrifice some time now to get to cuddle with my little girl, I'll take it and hold on for dear life. When her guard is down like that, she only wants me and I'm sorry but I frigging love that! A lot of times in my life, I feel like I can't do anything right. And maybe this isn't right either but she wants it and I need it. In that darkened room, with her little music box playing out that same tune she's fallen asleep too since she was born, we have our "moment" again. I can't be stressed, angry, upset or worried when I get to hold that little angel in my arms. And when I whisper "I love you Abby" and she opens her eyes, smiles, takes her bottle out of her mouth and whispers "I loves you too Mommy", my heart melts and I know that nothing in this world will ever make me feel so at peace. And THAT is a true gift for me!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The look of Mommy!
I've come to the conclusion that since having Abby, I now know what the "look" of a mom really is. Let me break it down...and I know not ALL moms go through this but here's how I'VE changed since having my baby two and a half years ago.
1. The ponytail holder on the wrist. In case I need to whip my hair into a ponytail. To be fair, I've been doing this for years, but chasing around my toddler, my thick hair gets hot on my neck very quickly so I need something to whip it up at a moment's notice. And when I do it, it does NOT look like the celebrity moms who also rock this look.
2. Mysterious stains on clothing at any given time. First it was spit up, then formula, then anything my daughter was eating. Then, she got involved in the eating process. Now I don't get spit up on...I get handled. Nothing worse than a sticky toddler's fingers! Oy!
3. Bruises everywhere. I've always been klutzy, I know this. But when I look down at my knees, I always have a bruise. Whether I'm walking into child-sized furniture or my kid is walking into me, I'm a maze of bruises. Not to mention how many times I get hit in the back, elbow or side while trying to rush out the door in the morning.
4. No makeup. I've never been a makeup addict (except for the 80's, which I'm NOT apologizing for!) but now I can spend days without makeup. I don't always do it intentionally, but once I realize I'm makeup free, I try not to make contact with mirrors. Out and about is one thing. Out and about and realizing you look like a "before" shot of a makeover is another.
5. Sturdy necklaces ONLY. I used to wear all kinds of necklaces. Long, short, beaded, chains. But now, because of curious fingers and possible breakage, I stick to my chunky "sturdy" necklaces that don't break. I also make sure I never wear bracelets or big dangly earrings. I've seen beads explode into a tiny pinging mess on the floor and have no desire to have an earring ripped out of my lobe. I dress for survival now!
6. Flats or sneakers. I always wonder how celebrities can chase their kids in stilettos or those ridiculous platforms. Oh, wait...they have NANNIES...who are obviously going to be in sneakers. Maybe THIS is why I'm not famous...hmmm...well, I live in sneakers or flats. Ok, I usually have before but sturdy shoes and sturdy jewelry are essential!
7. Pants at all times! I do wear skirts to work and even dresses. But when I know I'm going to be hanging out with my kid, it's pants, jeans or shorts ALL the time. I can just visualize her yanking down my skirt by accident, or pulling it up or me trying to pick her up and giving everyone a show. But by wearing jeans and pants, I can easily chase her, bend over and sit down on the floor when she's having a meltdown.
8. Layers. I'm a layer girl but now my weekend look is usually a tank top, t-shirt and hoodie. When I get hot, running around, bending over, I can take off the hoodie easily. If I'm cold, zip it up. Even in the winter, I do this look.
9. Tucking a tank into EVERYTHING. I love my layers but I HATE back drafts. Bending over, I get that little sliver of space between my top and bottom and it drives me nuts. So I now have tank tops in 300 colours and you will 95% of the time see one tucked into my jeans or pants or shorts. Besides, when you decide to sit on the floor with your kid and your husband starts to tell you what underwear you are wearing, at least having that tank top to cover it up means not EVERYONE will know what undies you are wearing.
10. Diaper bag as purse. During the week, I'm all purse. On the weekends, I usually toss it on the counter, grab my wallet and other essentials and toss them into her small diaper bag. I know, hot huh? But I can get her diapers, a change of clothes (for her, not me...unfortunately), wipes, my wallet, snacks and a sippy cup all in there and plus, I can put it down and not worry. Who's going to steal a worn out diaper bag? It's not new, designer or slightly cool. It's faded green, old and tired. Perfect!
So there you have it, my Mommy style secrets. I haven't changed much. But I have been trying a little on the weekends when I have a few minutes to myself. I have perfected the little front pouf and pony so I look like I did something other than roll out of bed and threw my hair into an elastic. (This requires a little hairspray, two bobby pins and my ponytail holder...even gimpy hair me can't mess THAT up!) and I have this powder foundation that covers up all my pimples and blotches and a little bronzer and eyeliner and I look like a cute mom instead of sleep deprived and wanting a siesta!
1. The ponytail holder on the wrist. In case I need to whip my hair into a ponytail. To be fair, I've been doing this for years, but chasing around my toddler, my thick hair gets hot on my neck very quickly so I need something to whip it up at a moment's notice. And when I do it, it does NOT look like the celebrity moms who also rock this look.
2. Mysterious stains on clothing at any given time. First it was spit up, then formula, then anything my daughter was eating. Then, she got involved in the eating process. Now I don't get spit up on...I get handled. Nothing worse than a sticky toddler's fingers! Oy!
3. Bruises everywhere. I've always been klutzy, I know this. But when I look down at my knees, I always have a bruise. Whether I'm walking into child-sized furniture or my kid is walking into me, I'm a maze of bruises. Not to mention how many times I get hit in the back, elbow or side while trying to rush out the door in the morning.
4. No makeup. I've never been a makeup addict (except for the 80's, which I'm NOT apologizing for!) but now I can spend days without makeup. I don't always do it intentionally, but once I realize I'm makeup free, I try not to make contact with mirrors. Out and about is one thing. Out and about and realizing you look like a "before" shot of a makeover is another.
5. Sturdy necklaces ONLY. I used to wear all kinds of necklaces. Long, short, beaded, chains. But now, because of curious fingers and possible breakage, I stick to my chunky "sturdy" necklaces that don't break. I also make sure I never wear bracelets or big dangly earrings. I've seen beads explode into a tiny pinging mess on the floor and have no desire to have an earring ripped out of my lobe. I dress for survival now!
6. Flats or sneakers. I always wonder how celebrities can chase their kids in stilettos or those ridiculous platforms. Oh, wait...they have NANNIES...who are obviously going to be in sneakers. Maybe THIS is why I'm not famous...hmmm...well, I live in sneakers or flats. Ok, I usually have before but sturdy shoes and sturdy jewelry are essential!
7. Pants at all times! I do wear skirts to work and even dresses. But when I know I'm going to be hanging out with my kid, it's pants, jeans or shorts ALL the time. I can just visualize her yanking down my skirt by accident, or pulling it up or me trying to pick her up and giving everyone a show. But by wearing jeans and pants, I can easily chase her, bend over and sit down on the floor when she's having a meltdown.
8. Layers. I'm a layer girl but now my weekend look is usually a tank top, t-shirt and hoodie. When I get hot, running around, bending over, I can take off the hoodie easily. If I'm cold, zip it up. Even in the winter, I do this look.
9. Tucking a tank into EVERYTHING. I love my layers but I HATE back drafts. Bending over, I get that little sliver of space between my top and bottom and it drives me nuts. So I now have tank tops in 300 colours and you will 95% of the time see one tucked into my jeans or pants or shorts. Besides, when you decide to sit on the floor with your kid and your husband starts to tell you what underwear you are wearing, at least having that tank top to cover it up means not EVERYONE will know what undies you are wearing.
10. Diaper bag as purse. During the week, I'm all purse. On the weekends, I usually toss it on the counter, grab my wallet and other essentials and toss them into her small diaper bag. I know, hot huh? But I can get her diapers, a change of clothes (for her, not me...unfortunately), wipes, my wallet, snacks and a sippy cup all in there and plus, I can put it down and not worry. Who's going to steal a worn out diaper bag? It's not new, designer or slightly cool. It's faded green, old and tired. Perfect!
So there you have it, my Mommy style secrets. I haven't changed much. But I have been trying a little on the weekends when I have a few minutes to myself. I have perfected the little front pouf and pony so I look like I did something other than roll out of bed and threw my hair into an elastic. (This requires a little hairspray, two bobby pins and my ponytail holder...even gimpy hair me can't mess THAT up!) and I have this powder foundation that covers up all my pimples and blotches and a little bronzer and eyeliner and I look like a cute mom instead of sleep deprived and wanting a siesta!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
35 Things to do before I'm 35
I have heard of these lists, read them and thought about them...but then I realized "Holy crap, I will be 35 this October!" and I thought, "Yeah, why NOT!"
So here it is...
35 Things I want to do before I turn 35-Deadline is October 26, 2012
*These aren't in order of importance...just in order of when my brain thinks of them
For me:
1. Hair cut (Victoria Beckham) REALLY SHORT and edgy.
2. Get a tattoo. (SAVE FOR BIRTHDAY)
3. Grow my nails long and healthy.
4. Paint my nails really cool and funky.
5. Finish reading Eclipse.
6. Read Breaking Dawn.
7. Have a spa day.
8. Get rid of breakouts and problem spots.
9. Learn to do a front flip on the trampoline.
10. Go away for a weekend by myself.
11. Do Zumba or take a class.
12. Take yoga again.
13. Pick a project and FINISH it.
14. Use deep fryer to make GF fish & chips
15. Go see 5 movies I’m excited about.
For ABBY:
16. Make Abby five things.
17. Take Abby to Canada’s Wonderland.
18. Finish Abby’s Year 1 scrapbook.
19. Take Abby hiking 5 times.
20. Take Abby camping.
21. Get Abby potty trained.
22. Complete Abby’s Year 1 photo album.
23. Take Abby to the zoo or petting farm.
24. Take Abby to Crystal Beach or Bing 5 times.
25. Do 5 crafts WITH Abby.
Relationship, misc.
26. Go rock climbing.
27. Go AWAY for vacation.
28. Get pregnant.
29. Redecorate our backyard to look good.
30. Make my relationship with Clayton a priority again.
31. Finish redecorating/fixing up front hall closet.
32. Do something about my sciatica/piriformis.
33. Organize all my craft stuff.
34. Organize all my papers.
35. Get a new job closer to home with better hours.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Grocery shopping with toddlers...
So Saturday night I was bored, wanted to get out of the house, Clayton was being a lump on the couch and we needed a few things at the grocery store, so decided to go. I figured since Abby was in such a good mood, had her nap, I brought her with me. I knew I was only going to be there for a short period of time so even if she had a meltdown, I would be okay.
We got there and she wanted to get in the cart...then she wanted out, then in...I was already getting frustrated and we hadn't even entered the store yet. Then I remembered those little "kid" carts that she used once before. "Let's go get Abby a cart!" Abby's eyes lit up. "Ok, let's go Mommy!" She ran over to the carts and pulled one out, nearly knocking over another child in the process...but no tears so all was good. Then, we commenced getting groceries. I figured that she'd "help" me put things in her cart and love pushing it around. Nah...what she really loved was the freedom to put anything her heart's desire wanted in "her" cart. First, it was a lime. Then, an orange. A bag of cranberries. Oops, gotta go get a loaf of Wonderbread, Mommy...ooh, what are these? I'll only take one...chestnut? Huh...
I had nothing in my cart and my kid was getting a bizarre assortment of stuff. I never told her not to, I just snuck behind her and put them back while she was off getting another thing. An apple...no, put that one back, maybe a green one? Ooh, raisins! Some tortillas, multi grain bread...MOMMY, it's CAKE! Ok, I need to put this bread away and get the cake. I know I could have been irritated by all this extra work. What was supposed to be a short grocery trip was becoming a three ring circus workout...for me! But truthfully, I didn't mind. She was so happy, so interested in the food and running down the aisles with her little cart, she made a cute picture. People smiled at her, laughed when she decided to put something back and get something else. I was just keeping her moving along and when her cart got full, she just started dumping her cart's contents into mine and start all over again. I didn't buy anything she put in there, except for the pretzels (cause man, this kid loves her pretzels) and a green apple...oh and a kiwi (cause on the drive over, she asked for a kiwi). I just loved watching her having so much fun. She didn't whine, cry, throw herself down on the floor or throw stuff around. And when we were all done, she took her cart over to the others and put it back while I waited in line for her. She didn't toss it in the general direction, nope, she very carefully put it right back in. Then she came back and asked if she could have pretzels...in a bowl...and watch Barbie. I smiled and said "Ok, but what do you say?" She looked up, pushed her shaggy little mop out of her blue eyes and smiled "Please Mommy?" And these are the moments that make your heart swell. I know she will cause me frustration and grief many times throughout her childhood but right now, I'm just treasuring these little moments where I utterly and completely am just enjoying being with her. Sigh...
We got there and she wanted to get in the cart...then she wanted out, then in...I was already getting frustrated and we hadn't even entered the store yet. Then I remembered those little "kid" carts that she used once before. "Let's go get Abby a cart!" Abby's eyes lit up. "Ok, let's go Mommy!" She ran over to the carts and pulled one out, nearly knocking over another child in the process...but no tears so all was good. Then, we commenced getting groceries. I figured that she'd "help" me put things in her cart and love pushing it around. Nah...what she really loved was the freedom to put anything her heart's desire wanted in "her" cart. First, it was a lime. Then, an orange. A bag of cranberries. Oops, gotta go get a loaf of Wonderbread, Mommy...ooh, what are these? I'll only take one...chestnut? Huh...
I had nothing in my cart and my kid was getting a bizarre assortment of stuff. I never told her not to, I just snuck behind her and put them back while she was off getting another thing. An apple...no, put that one back, maybe a green one? Ooh, raisins! Some tortillas, multi grain bread...MOMMY, it's CAKE! Ok, I need to put this bread away and get the cake. I know I could have been irritated by all this extra work. What was supposed to be a short grocery trip was becoming a three ring circus workout...for me! But truthfully, I didn't mind. She was so happy, so interested in the food and running down the aisles with her little cart, she made a cute picture. People smiled at her, laughed when she decided to put something back and get something else. I was just keeping her moving along and when her cart got full, she just started dumping her cart's contents into mine and start all over again. I didn't buy anything she put in there, except for the pretzels (cause man, this kid loves her pretzels) and a green apple...oh and a kiwi (cause on the drive over, she asked for a kiwi). I just loved watching her having so much fun. She didn't whine, cry, throw herself down on the floor or throw stuff around. And when we were all done, she took her cart over to the others and put it back while I waited in line for her. She didn't toss it in the general direction, nope, she very carefully put it right back in. Then she came back and asked if she could have pretzels...in a bowl...and watch Barbie. I smiled and said "Ok, but what do you say?" She looked up, pushed her shaggy little mop out of her blue eyes and smiled "Please Mommy?" And these are the moments that make your heart swell. I know she will cause me frustration and grief many times throughout her childhood but right now, I'm just treasuring these little moments where I utterly and completely am just enjoying being with her. Sigh...
Monday, September 12, 2011
Things to think about...
Lately, I have been thinking about my past...not that it matters but I think of it. I long for those carefree days when there was no pressure, I felt happier (even when I was going through teen hell), summer was fun and I looked forward to things. I know I have changed, life happened. I am older but still I dwell on those old memories, old feelings. Like having them again will change things or make me feel better (cause I know, deep down, that they really won't). Nothing is ever as good as it was when you first remember it...which is why you long for it again. A first boyfriend, the anticipation of a first kiss, feeling like this sexy person that can flirt, have fun and not have any guards up.
But before you think the worst of me, I love my husband very much. He knows me more than anyone else. He gets me, he fights for me. He supports me, he holds me. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. But still, the memories flitter through my mind. So how do I try not to wish for those feelings again? It would be awesome if you could just magically have those feelings again? It's like a drug rush. But oh well...since I am not going back in a time machine to being 13 and in love for the first time, I must get over it and focus on my marriage and making THOSE feelings stronger and stronger so that when I am feeling nostalgic, I can shrug and say "Please...that was so lame!" Sigh...
But before you think the worst of me, I love my husband very much. He knows me more than anyone else. He gets me, he fights for me. He supports me, he holds me. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. But still, the memories flitter through my mind. So how do I try not to wish for those feelings again? It would be awesome if you could just magically have those feelings again? It's like a drug rush. But oh well...since I am not going back in a time machine to being 13 and in love for the first time, I must get over it and focus on my marriage and making THOSE feelings stronger and stronger so that when I am feeling nostalgic, I can shrug and say "Please...that was so lame!" Sigh...
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
How to live more economically
In the aftermath of my little girl's second birthday and with Christmas looming precariously in the near future (yes, I said it...Christmas!), money is tight in our household. My Visa has more on it than I would like to admit and we are looking at ways to cut back. The worst part is that when I look at the frugal websites, I'm doing all the right things...so where is my money?
1. Bringing your own instead of buying. I am NOT one of those people queuing for three hours every morning at Timmie's. I make my tea at home and me and my flask drive the commute together. Also, I seldom eat out for lunch. I brown bag it every day, whether it's leftovers or stuff I buy along with our groceries just for lunch.
2. Clip coupons. I do it. I clip them. But then, like my bags that I'm supposed to bring with me, I forget them at home...I need to be better at this one.
3. Wash laundry in cold water. I do this...in fact, we NEVER use hot water. But we do need to get back to using our drying rack to cut back on using our dryer.
4. Turning lights off. We're getting better at this. We have a motion sensor on the one so it only turns one when you walk into the room. It is awful funny to watch people freak when they are standing there and then it shuts off! But I am working on this one too. I have gotten better!
5. Using those funky lights that use less energy. Thanks to my hubby, almost all of our lightbulbs are the energy saving ones...so score one for us! Plus, we have a programmable thermostat which I know is a huge cost savings.
However, we still have a lot to work on, namely:
1. Eating out. We like to order pizza or go out for dinner once in a while. Even grabbing a bite at the fast food places can add up.
2. Buying stuff we don't need. I'm a sucker for sales and dollar stores are a huge weakeness. Does Abby need more toys or do I need another soup ladle? Here is where I need to limit going to stores to avoid purchasing "stuff"
3. Groceries. We spend way more than I want to. I'm working on that too. I found that keeping a list, sticking to it and writing down the price of EVERYTHING and tallying it WHILE shopping, keeps me on task...but it's a lot of work to do it and time consuming...hence the problem. Plus, having to buy gluten free IS more expensive so I try to buy more stuff that I can make than prepackaged cookies or snacks...it's hard though...I like convenience...it's so...CONVENIENT!
4. Stuff for Abby. Growing up with a single working parent, we didn't have a lot of extra stuff. I have a hard time NOT getting stuff for Abby. I try to limit myself to birthday, Christmas and other holidays but why do all girls' clothes and toys have to be so damn cute? It's not fair. I know she doesn't care what she wears...but I really would love to be able to buy more cute, fun clothes and not just buy the necessities. I'm working on it...
But it doesn't feel like the sacrifices have been helping. I haven't gotten my haircut since um, March (??), don't get pedicures, manicures, don't have a gym membership or take any classes (I didn't even take yoga, trying to save money)...so where is my money going??
Gas (I spend $500 a month with me commuting from Grimsby to Mississauga alone)
Food (groceries, eating out, ordering in, lunch food, etc)
Therapy (I have to pay up front and have no idea how much mine and Clayton's coverage will cover)
Shoppers (prescriptions-again, covered but have to pay up front)
My Visa keeps creeping higher and higher...ahh! I need to fix my monetary self! Sigh...shoot me...
1. Bringing your own instead of buying. I am NOT one of those people queuing for three hours every morning at Timmie's. I make my tea at home and me and my flask drive the commute together. Also, I seldom eat out for lunch. I brown bag it every day, whether it's leftovers or stuff I buy along with our groceries just for lunch.
2. Clip coupons. I do it. I clip them. But then, like my bags that I'm supposed to bring with me, I forget them at home...I need to be better at this one.
3. Wash laundry in cold water. I do this...in fact, we NEVER use hot water. But we do need to get back to using our drying rack to cut back on using our dryer.
4. Turning lights off. We're getting better at this. We have a motion sensor on the one so it only turns one when you walk into the room. It is awful funny to watch people freak when they are standing there and then it shuts off! But I am working on this one too. I have gotten better!
5. Using those funky lights that use less energy. Thanks to my hubby, almost all of our lightbulbs are the energy saving ones...so score one for us! Plus, we have a programmable thermostat which I know is a huge cost savings.
However, we still have a lot to work on, namely:
1. Eating out. We like to order pizza or go out for dinner once in a while. Even grabbing a bite at the fast food places can add up.
2. Buying stuff we don't need. I'm a sucker for sales and dollar stores are a huge weakeness. Does Abby need more toys or do I need another soup ladle? Here is where I need to limit going to stores to avoid purchasing "stuff"
3. Groceries. We spend way more than I want to. I'm working on that too. I found that keeping a list, sticking to it and writing down the price of EVERYTHING and tallying it WHILE shopping, keeps me on task...but it's a lot of work to do it and time consuming...hence the problem. Plus, having to buy gluten free IS more expensive so I try to buy more stuff that I can make than prepackaged cookies or snacks...it's hard though...I like convenience...it's so...CONVENIENT!
4. Stuff for Abby. Growing up with a single working parent, we didn't have a lot of extra stuff. I have a hard time NOT getting stuff for Abby. I try to limit myself to birthday, Christmas and other holidays but why do all girls' clothes and toys have to be so damn cute? It's not fair. I know she doesn't care what she wears...but I really would love to be able to buy more cute, fun clothes and not just buy the necessities. I'm working on it...
But it doesn't feel like the sacrifices have been helping. I haven't gotten my haircut since um, March (??), don't get pedicures, manicures, don't have a gym membership or take any classes (I didn't even take yoga, trying to save money)...so where is my money going??
Gas (I spend $500 a month with me commuting from Grimsby to Mississauga alone)
Food (groceries, eating out, ordering in, lunch food, etc)
Therapy (I have to pay up front and have no idea how much mine and Clayton's coverage will cover)
Shoppers (prescriptions-again, covered but have to pay up front)
My Visa keeps creeping higher and higher...ahh! I need to fix my monetary self! Sigh...shoot me...
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
What makes me happy?
I think I need to keep a list handy so that when I’m down (which has been A LOT lately, I know…not good), I can read it and at least feel like SOMETHING in my life isn’t completely messed up.
WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY
1. Getting to leave work early and the traffic is light and it’s sunny and I have the windows down and there is awesome fun music on the radio.
2. That moment when I slide into bed and know that I get to go to sleep or read a little. It just feels so good.
3. When Abby gives me a hug or kiss without me begging her to. I could die a happy death feeling that love coming off her.
4. Peanut butter…yep, right out of the jar!
5. Sitting down with a Chai Tea Latte and time to actually drink it.
6. Feeling the breeze on my face when it’s cool but not cold and the sun is warm on my skin.
7. Hearing Abby laugh or giggle and seeing her little face all scrunched up and totally adorable.
8. Sliding into Clayton’s arms when I’m having a rough time. He is my rock.
9. Having my mom brush my hair with her fingers. I may be like 10 inches taller than her but if I sit next to her on the couch, she will pull me into her for a hug and stroke my hair…I feel so relaxed, like a child again.
10. Laying on the bed and my cat comes up the bed. I put out my arm, he lays down right in the crook of my armpit and body and just purrs, licks my fingers and my nose and I lay my hand on his back and feel his soft warm fur beneath my fingers…it’s like therapy.
11. When I’m sick and Owen comes and sleeps on the bed with me all day…even though he usually lays on the chair downstairs during the day. I call him Nurse Owen for taking care of me!
That's all I have right now, but whenever I think of something else, I will add it...
WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY
1. Getting to leave work early and the traffic is light and it’s sunny and I have the windows down and there is awesome fun music on the radio.
2. That moment when I slide into bed and know that I get to go to sleep or read a little. It just feels so good.
3. When Abby gives me a hug or kiss without me begging her to. I could die a happy death feeling that love coming off her.
4. Peanut butter…yep, right out of the jar!
5. Sitting down with a Chai Tea Latte and time to actually drink it.
6. Feeling the breeze on my face when it’s cool but not cold and the sun is warm on my skin.
7. Hearing Abby laugh or giggle and seeing her little face all scrunched up and totally adorable.
8. Sliding into Clayton’s arms when I’m having a rough time. He is my rock.
9. Having my mom brush my hair with her fingers. I may be like 10 inches taller than her but if I sit next to her on the couch, she will pull me into her for a hug and stroke my hair…I feel so relaxed, like a child again.
10. Laying on the bed and my cat comes up the bed. I put out my arm, he lays down right in the crook of my armpit and body and just purrs, licks my fingers and my nose and I lay my hand on his back and feel his soft warm fur beneath my fingers…it’s like therapy.
11. When I’m sick and Owen comes and sleeps on the bed with me all day…even though he usually lays on the chair downstairs during the day. I call him Nurse Owen for taking care of me!
That's all I have right now, but whenever I think of something else, I will add it...
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