I am grateful for a day focussed on one project, in a shared studio space downtown just like a real office worker.
I am grateful for fish and chips my folks treated us all to this evening.
I am grateful for my boys: Farley, who is unable to sit still with all the happy excitement of having grandma and grandad over; and Cooper, making a conciencious list of everyone who gets a valentine, trying dilligently to make sure no-one is forgotten, and working away filled with focus and intention.
I am grateful for a full and productive day and weekend. I did some work work, I built lots of IKEA furniture, I walked around a park with Coop, Farley, and a buddy of theirs, and took a snappy of a pretty sky with the sunset in front of my house on our way back. Lots got done. Kids were tired at bedtime, and now, so am I.
I am grateful for the awesome photo of Farley from his Daycare. LOOK AT MY KID. HE IS CUSSIN’ AWESOME. He’s wearing a shirt that his great aunt Peggy made for his mama when she was little. Farley’s now the age Coop was when we had him. There’s part of me that doesn’t want my life with little kids like this one to end, but he’s going to get bigger, and we’re not going to have more. There’s a bigger part of me that knows we have enough, and remembers how tough new babies (and the preceding months) are. I’m grateful I have this little kid for now though, and I’ll be grateful to see him get bigger, too.
I’m grateful for Coop, who was in quarantine today after a stomach bug the day before. We repaired a remote control car that had broken this morning, and he got it in his head that he’d like to attach a camera to it. I saw him putting it on with a rubber band, and I came close to taking over his project with big ideas of getting out tools and bolting stuff on to make it fantastic, but decided it would be better to let him experiment, fail with the rubber band, and try again.
I’m grateful for whatever sage parenting wisdom that someone imparted to me in years gone by that prevented me from sticking my nose in it though, especially because it didn’t fail. Not at all. He stuck it on there with two skillfully placed rubber bands, and it worked great, his project from start to end.The video he captured looked like the Mars rover had successfully landed in our hallway and was exploring strange new living rooms populated with red-headed lifeforms wearing glasses that followed it around holding small black boxes with radio antennae. Perhaps I’ll post some of that video at some other point, when it’s not after my bedtime.
I am grateful for time spent with Coop this morning, pulling up the last of the carpet tack strips of my dingy carpet removal project.
I am grateful for an Irish history that I feel justified in appropriating by virtue of my marriage. That’s because it makes me feel more legit when I bake soda bread, which is awesome. It’s fast, cheap, easy, and delicious. I should know. My people have been making it for thousands of years*; at least when they weren’t being pillaged by my biological Scandinavian ancestors anyway. The Vikings probably came for the bread.
I am grateful for some kid free time when Julie took the boys out for the afternoon. It was quiet. So, so quiet.
I am grateful for Farley and Coop, who decided to play together by putting Farley in some carry-on luggage to be wheeled around by Coop, much to their mutual delight. I am also grateful the luggage in question is made by a manufacturer that offers a no-questions asked lifetime warranty.
I am grateful for some time with Farley today. Julie and Coop were otherwise occupied, so we went to see the Peanuts movie at the theatre at the Student’s Union Building at UVic. We rode on my bike. It was nice. He fell asleep back there on the ride home.
I am grateful for this conversation with Farley today:
F: Papa, you are weird.
P: I’m weird?
F: Papa, you are awesome.
P: I’m awesome?
F: Papa, you are cool. Papa, weird and awesome means cool.
Weird and awesome means cool. Truer words were never spoken.
I am grateful I live in my own dang house, where if I decide one day I just don’t like the dingy old carpet and I want it out right now, I can get to work, and just remove it. I can do that, and reveal the original lare 50s lino tile, regardless of the wisdom of doing such a thing, without any plan for what might take the carpet’s place. Nonetheless, I am happy to be rid of it; it’s bothered me since we moved into this place.
I am grateful for a day of catching up on stuff. I invoiced. I did some backups.
I am grateful for small appliance repair victory. The Roomba no longer makes a clunky noise while it’s running.
I am grateful for a moment of peace during the boys bedtime, with Coop recording the titles of the French books he read for school, and Farley carefully reviewing each page in an illustrated fairytale book.
I am grateful for a project launched today that started back in the spring of 2014. It started and stopped a few times in there, so I wasn’t working on it the whole time, but it’s nice to see it through.
I am grateful for family fun night. Tonight it was my pick. All 4 of us walked to a Chinese restaurant I’ve been wanting to try for a while, had dinner, walked back, and watched an episode of Star Trek. We were worried about the kids and the walk – it’s not that far but far enough that it was a concern, but it was great. We made good time, and on the way Farley remarked that it was a fun walk, and that he’d like to go for a fun walk again when it’s his pick.
I am grateful for the sentiment I found in my fortune cookie. “You are thorough and very organized”. I’ll take it as a compliment, regardless of it’s veracity.
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.