Some little things that made me happy this week:
1. Watching Forrest draw. This boy is an artistic whirlwind—he loves drawing and spends a good portion of each day wandering around the house, carrying a mini notepad and scribbling on the go. We all have our own creative process . . . his is a very athletic one, requiring the careful combination of his talents for sketching and contortionism:
All photos taken within a span of maybe a minute . . . and he never stopped drawing. Except during the all-important art-through-osmosis stage, in the center shot above. It’s a unique artistic method, but you can’t argue with results like this!
2. Baking up some tasty chocolate chip cookies with the help of one of my favorite Christmas presents.
The last 3 times I’ve made an emergency run to the grocery store to buy just the ingredients for a last-minute dessert, I’ve ended up in the same checkout girl’s line. I’ve never seen her on any of my normal grocery shopping trips; just the times when I’m buying a tub of whipped cream and 6 Snickers and a jar of hot fudge with a manic, sugar-deprived look in my eyes. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before she reports me to Child Protective Services on the assumption that all I feed my baby is king-size candy bars. On my visit the other day to get butter and chocolate chips for these cookies, I also had to buy Forrest a cookie from the bakery to keep him happy during the trip . . . there’s a certain irony in having to buy a cookie for a grumpy baby during a grocery run to buy cookie ingredients.
3. This little reader.
His excitement for drawing is possibly outweighed only by his excitement over books. And not so much the baby books with mirrors and flaps and furry animals to pet . . . he spent an entire afternoon reading A Beautiful Mind.
4. Noticing that he’s wearing the same outfit in quite a few pictures from this week. Pictures that were taken on different days. Whoops!
5. Receiving this illustrated diagram of my sister’s many suitors.
I complained that I couldn’t keep track of the hordes of men who are constantly taking her to dinner and inviting her hot-tubbing and sending frantic “are you ignoring me?!?!” texts when they inevitably get lost in the masses. This chart—complete with each beau’s vital stats, attractiveness rating on a 1-10 scale, personality characteristics, and an “honorable mentions” section--will be extremely helpful, I’m sure.
6. The aforementioned sister keeping me company while Jeff spent the weekend in California on a business trip. And still wanting to maintain contact with me after taking a series of pictures like this, and seeing them posted on the internet:
Left to right: Victoria’s Secret supermodel faces (she wins), Forrest’s picture faces (both extremely accurate), and how most of the day really went down . . . me: stressed; Forrest: crying; Bekah: unperturbed.
7. The complete lack of pride and/or dignity that makes the posting of such pictures possible. You’re welcome.