We were walking through the park the other day when DorkySon suddenly stopped and let out an ear-piercing shriek.
“What is it?” I asked.
“There’s a squirrel,” he said, pointing, and shrieked again.
I’m confused. We see squirrels most days on our walks through the park, and they don’t usually provoke any reaction.
“What’s wrong with the squirrel?” I asked.
“It’s going to steal my toys,” he said, before grabbing my hand and pulling me quickly past.
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This is a perfect week for me to take part in Reasons to be Cheerful, because it has been a long week full of frustrating niggles and I’ve been feeling a bit grouchy. I’ve got a broken mobile phone… I’ve been struggling to find out what I’m supposed to do with my tax return… we got a puncture in a pram tyre when we were out shopping the other day… I’ve had two haircuts in ten days and I’m still not happy with it… my computer keeps crashing halfway through me filling out a form for insurance…
It has just been one of those silly weeks where little things have kept cropping up and taking up lots of time and effort to resolve. But it’s so good to keep them in perspective and realise that none of them are actually that big a deal. It’s also good to remember the many positive things we’ve got going on just now.
DorkySon is down for a nap, and I’ve got a cuppa beside me, so here goes; my reasons to be cheerful this week.
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Why is it that whenever DorkySon is going through a growth spurt, it’s his feet that grow first?! It seems like all those yoghurts and bananas and extra slices of toast he asks for go straight to his toes.
I’m hoping the rest of him will catch up soon.
Look at this. I got a letter the other day. A proper, handwritten letter – bursting with news – that someone had taken the time to sit down and write, put a stamp on, and take to a postbox. Isn’t it a thing of beauty? And isn’t it sad that it’s such a novelty to get one these days?
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We’ve got a good little routine going in the mornings, these days. When DorkySon wakes up – usually sometime between 6.30-7am – I go through to get him out of his cot, change his nappy, and bring him through into our bed for some milk and cuddles.
One of my favourite parts of the day is the couple of minutes it takes me to do his nappy change in the near-dark. I’m always pretty bleary-eyed, but most days he’ll sing me a wee song, or tell me what he dreamed about that night, and it’s a lovely start to the day.
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