I am grateful for a good time had by all at Coop’s birthday party. It was at an indoor play park where they do that kind of thing; I am glad it was a pretty easy event to host from a parent’s perspective, too.
I am grateful for Christmas decorations. They are totally working on me this year. They make me happy and festive, as opposed to other years, where they made me anxious and resentful.
I am grateful I am done this post. I am so tired I am literary having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
I am grateful for fatigue at the end of an action-packed Saturday.
I am grateful for in-laws who, amongst other things, (like just coming here for a birthday visit in the first place), took care of the boys so Julie and I could go out and catch a movie.
I am grateful for a time in my life where seeing even the most mediocre of sub-mediocre movies, like “The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1″, has enough novelty to make for a fun and entertaining way to spend a date with the spouse.
I am grateful for a successful birthday for Coop. He received many thoughtful gifts. His teacher and classmates made him feel special. Nana and Pop came and we met them at Montana’s (Coops choice) for dinner. It was swell to see Coop really enjoy his day.
I am grateful for a fairly productive work day. I did a bunch of billing, which I often put off too long and don’t usually look forward to.
I am grateful I’ve made the decision to stop numbering the days on my gratitude posts. It’s better, this way, I think.
I am grateful for Michaelmas. What’s Michaelmas, you ask? I only found out moments myself! It’s the feast day for Michael, the archangel in the Roman Catholic faith. It’s a day with the same name as mine, and that’s awesome. According to Wikipedia, the traditional feast is goose. I’ve never had goose before, but on September 29, 2015, I intend to.
I am grateful for mostly tidyish house. My in-laws arrive tomorrow. I think they’d be fairly accepting of an untidy house, but I feel better having them over with less shame for any blatant disregard for the hygiene of their grandkids environment.
I am grateful for Coop. He’s turning 6. It’s cliche, but all that time feels like it’s flown right by. I miss the cuss out of all the Coops from years past, but I love the cuss out of that not-so-little fella now, and I will forevermore. If that’s not nice, I don’t know what is.
I am grateful for day 1 of advent calendars. The boys were on a higher altered plane of irrational exuberant happiness.
I am grateful for Christmas decorations starting to go up in our house.
I am grateful for improvements in LED lighting. For over a century, there was pretty much just the one kind of lightbulb. Incandescent lighting was better than candles, but gobbled up many flashlight batteries over the years. LED head and tail lights just make for less to worry about when I bike home in the dark on a regular basis in these winter months.
I am grateful for the Google Photosphere app. It lets you take and post Google streetview type photos and post them to google maps, like this one I took on a great pedestrian family shopping adventure. We came home via Summit park, which is another thing I’m really grateful for.
I am grateful for two boys, tuckered out after a swim with friends, hamming it up for the camera, sitting on the floor, and eating a banana before bed.
I am grateful to be here in bed before 11:30pm. It was a great weekend. I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow, but I feel ready to, and that feels good.
I am grateful to live in a place where it doesn’t snow often, but it does snow sometimes, and when it does, it’s pretty, and it’s fun for kids.
I am grateful for a night out by myself at the movies. I saw “Maze Runner”. I suspect it wasn’t very good, but I liked it anyway.
I am grateful for the crew working on my house. I asked them if I could use a few 2×4’s. They said “Sure. What for?”. I told them I was hoping to build a shelter with a tarp roof for the bikes, which have been ousted from the garage while the reno is going on. They said it would be fine to use the lumber, but when I got home that night they’d already built me the shelter. Score!
I am grateful for the crablike technique Farley uses to eat roasted seaweed. Poor kid had hands that looked like a crab’s today too. It was a chilly bike ride home, and his mittens were wet so he didn’t want to wear them.
I am grateful for fish sticks. I haven’t eaten them often as an adult, but now I have kids, and so I’ve recently had fish sticks again for the first time in a long time. I can’t advocate eating them on a daily basis for health reasons, but once in a while I can attest that they are tasty and quick to make.
I’m grateful for an opportunity to fight crime. I don’t want to post more about that online just now, but feel free to ask next time you see me. It’s a pretty good (albeit a tad boastful) story.
I am grateful for Coop, who completed his investiture at Beavers tonight, reciting the beaver motto, promise and law from memory in a lovely ceremony the leaders put together. In the photo he’s checking out all the badges. Some go on the uniform, some go on the campfire blanket.
I am grateful that Farley appears to have figured out how to go to bed without screaming and crying. The secret appears to have been having his brother tell him he just wants to sleep, but the noise keeps him up. Coop asked “Can you please go to sleep quietly in your bed, Farley?”
“Okay.” Farley replied. Then he did, 3 nights in a row, so far. I thought we’d tried everything; perhaps I forgot to ask nicely.
I am grateful for this blog. Taking time to be grateful on a daily, regular basis has been life changing for the better, albeit in a small and subtle way. When I started I didn’t know how long I’d keep it up. I didn’t think I’d make it this far, but it turns out I have, and now I am grateful for my own dang gratitude. A little narcissistic to write about that publicly here, but I’m gonna anyway, because it’s my blog, and because it’s true.