And so I just sat, staring out the windows and thinking about how completely stuck I was. You know how you do that? You sort of rack your brain for whatever the magical solution is and you're pretty sure there is one but you just haven't pulled up that file yet. Anyway, after a few, the girls wandered off and Johnny wandered out with this...
I felt so sorry for him that he was snacking on this horrifying combination of goat cheese and almond butter that I stopped being annoyed at how stuckonthecouch I was.
But I appreciated how totally happy he was to be eating it. And I laughed at how completely............ um......sick it looked.
But he had done it, he had found a flowery paper plate to put it on and he was really proud of it.
He even offered me a bite.
The other day I went to strip Johnny's bed after an eventful night of pee and I found this:
Some had (obviously) drawn a little happy face on the sheet that was now pee-soaked. I imagine the pen ink really stood out because the sheet was wet. Maybe I wouldn't have even noticed it there had it not been peed on.
For one, it made me laugh. And for two, it reminded me that there are really good things all around us and that kids tend to see them the most. It reminded me that being around them can help us to see the good things, too.
Anyway, all this to say, my friend, Kate, wrote an awesome post on gratitude. I read it just before Johnny whipped up his b-fast of champs and I'm *positive* it influenced my response when he presented me with his solution to me nursing coffee/baby instead of feeding him. So, get out of here. Go read it.
It's Monday, y'all. Let's get our week on.