I am grateful for Coop’s beaver scout colony. Tonight they made space stations out of recyclable materials. Ours included a foil tart shell radar dish communications device, several telescopes, a coffee can space dock for pop bottle rocketships, bubble wrap solar panels, and the like. Cussing awesome.
I am grateful for a week where I got lots of work stuff done, AND I did not work after 5:45 pm once. I not sure how both of these facts can be true.
I am grateful for Farley, staring intently at the Richard Scarry book, all snuggled up on my lap tonight.
“What kind of truck is that one Farley?”
“Yes, picko twuck.”
“What kind again?”
All I want to hear is Farley say “picko”, as much as possible, before the inevitable day he says “pickle”. I’m grateful I get to watch them grow up, but I’m also grateful they are still small.
I am grateful for some work projects coming to a close, and a new one beginning.
I am grateful to be in bed early.
I am grateful for Coop, who is silly, and more like a grownup every day, but not so much that he isn’t still my little kid, too.
I grateful for Farley, who was having a rough time this evening, but was trying so hard, through tantrums and tears, until he calmed down with a story about green eggs and ham, all curled up on my lap.
I am grateful for the home office lifestyle. Today I ate my lunch while watching TV.
I am grateful for time spent on a hair brained scheme today. A broken LED flashlight, obsolete cel phone charger, a few resistors, hot glue and some solder transformed our bedroom wall clock into something that can be read at night. Victory!
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I am grateful for kids happy to see their pals when I dropped them off at school and daycare, and quiet work in the house today.
I am grateful for board games. I didn’t used to be much of a fan, I always felt my inner competitive jerk come out. These days, it’s just an easy way to hang out with prople. It started as an easy way to hang out with Coop, but now I extend that to everyone.
I am grateful for superheroes running around my house this morning.
I am grateful for a fun swim this afternoon, all 4 of us, with another family we’re friends with, all 4 of them. One of the parents of the other family was remarking to me how many memories he has of our 4 kiddos all lined up together. That’s just how they were when he said it, sitting on the edge of the hot tub, dangling their feet in the water, hanging out. I have lots of those memories too. My kids are not that old; it’s nice that they already have old friends.
I am grateful for a slack day when I needed it. It was a late night after a fantastic action packed 36 hour trip to Calgary. I took a walk, had a nap, got some work done before the rest of the gang got home.
I am grateful for some toys and games that used to reside at my grandma’s house that I gave to my kids tonight. I picked out some good stuff. Coop especially dug the perfection game, and Farley’s Duplo train was choo chooing along the floor of every room in our house tonight.
I am grateful I could be part of the effort to move stuff out of my Grandma’s last residence.
I am grateful for time spent playing board games with my Brother and our high school pal Troy at Pip’s Board Game Cafe.
I am grateful to have been able to help my sister in law with her website.
I am grateful for another visit with my grandma, this time more casual, with my Dad and some uncles around too.
I am grateful for Thai takeout with my brother and my Mom tonight. Dad was out, and Mom reflected that we don’t spend much time together, just the three of us, but it used to be that’s all we did when I was 5 and Paul was 3.
I am grateful for lots of 8 and 9 year old girl laughter from the backseat while Paul and I drove my niece and her friends to and from Girl Guides.
I am grateful for a drink at the airport with Paul before heading through security.
And my femurs are especially grateful for the exit row seat on the way home.