Sometimes having a toddler can be exhausting, but today was a good day. Ian was clever, polite, ravenous, snuggly, funny and incredibly cute. I just remind myself to pick my battles. If he wants to wear a dirty Harvard t-shirt with horizontal striped pj bottoms and Batman crocs to the company dinner party, so be it. He's happy and it's not like he's going to a job interview.
It's all about keeping your expectations realistic.
Ian and I went to a birthday party in Portsmouth this afternoon. We had a great time but by 5pm were both ready to go home and see Dada. There are dozens of ways to get to our house from Portsmouth, so at each intersection I ponder the relative benefits of each route. After deciding to go straight versus right at a light I saw the flashing lights warning of a coming train.
I started to curse myself until I realized it was just me and Ian and we had front row seats to a real live TRAIN! I turned off the radio and rolled down the windows, threw the van into park and we reveled in the choochoo. Suddenly an inconvenience was an opportunity.
I may have created a monster, though, because ever since then it's been BYEBYECHOOCHOO non-stop.
One year for my birthday, Rich got me an edger. I love that edger to this day and he knows how compulsive I am about the sidewalk! And this year, he gave me my Mother's Day gift early so I can play with it Saturday.
I am now the proud owner of a Pool Blaster Speed Jet vacuum. And I can't wait to have a spotless pool!
Thank you, Rich. I love it.