Little things

Sometimes I forget how easy it is to make kids happy.   Just by doing something that they don't expect that takes little to no effort can totally make my kids' day.  

Evan and Hailey were playing outside together nicely which is a treat.  Maybe it was due to the fact that I didn't have to keep checking on them because someone was screaming or crying that when I did go to check on them and found them playing a game where they were chipmunk hunters and were hot and needing something to drink my mind immediately wondered what I could give them that would be special. 

There is nothing special about Crystal Light, but when you put it in a plastic wine glass with a straw, that boring old Crystal Light magically turns into the best Crystal Light you have ever had.  At least it does for a kid.



I don't do it enough.  I know I don't often try to find ways to make the ordinary special, but that is one of my goals for this summer.   It is so easy to make them happy - to help them find the joy in these little things.

This is where it comes from...

I am digging through boxes of outgrown little boy clothes trying to sort and organize.   I am very proud of myself because while going through six bins, I only pulled out three things that I couldn't bear to set on the table.  Big steps for this sentimental Mama.  In the bottom of one of the boxes I found these socks and I quickly threw them into another bin that I had stuff in selling for a quarter.  It only took about thirty seconds before I was digging them back out of the quarter box.  These were Evan's socks.  His dino socks.  His trucky socks.  The kite socks that he wore on his first birthday.   If you know Evan at all, you know his love affair with a fancy sock.  The boy has a love for socks like none other and I dare say that this might be where that love started.

I don't know if the elastic will last, but I am keeping these socks.  They are going into the bin with the other treasures that I can't part with.  Maybe someday I can gift them to his wife at her baby shower and a new generation of sock love can begin. Maybe she will think I am insane and toss them right into her own garage sale or the trash if they are disintegrating elastic-less messes.

I wish I could get on here and post more.   I have had so much I want to write about, but I just don't have the time.  I think after this week things will start to slow down a bit - it honestly seems like I say that to myself every week.  But for now, garage sale duty calls.  I have two bins of Hailey's baby clothes that I need to go through.  Lord give me strength - I could barely peek in the box without memories and longing for little baby days rushing through me.  Those bins may have to wait another year...

Can I have...

Can I have something to eat?

Can I have something to drink?

Can I have it in a bottle so I can watch a show?

Can you put a show on for me?

Can you put on iCarly and not this show?

Can I paint?

Can I go to a friend's now?

Can I have a tattoo?

Can you find the tattoos for me?

Can I have some pudding?

Can you get the soap for me, but don't pump it 'cause I want to do it?

Can you put Good Luck Charlie on?

Can you get me a blanket?

Can I have a tattoo now?

Can I have some more of that red drink?

Can I go outside and wait for Brothers?

Can you help me put my shoes on?


All in an hour's time.  Maybe all day Kindergarten won't be the worst after all.