I love that Aidan was "playing daddy" today with my contact lenses...and he dropped one on the floor and then into the toilet, which he flushed. Hard to be upset with the little guy when he told such a cute, animated story.
I love that after weeks of trying to get Brady to go on the big potty, only to have him get off the potty and pee on the kitchen floor, all it took was moving the little Elmo potty to the kitchen to get him to do his business. (He was so proud, as was I)
I love that Aidan explains things to me like I am a 3 year old. Today for instance I asked him what Santa was going to bring all of us, he had something in mind each one of us, Michael if you are reading this Aidan said Santa was bringing me a new camera, I asked him how Santa knew what we wanted, he replied, he is Santa, then he told me that I must go sit on his lap and tell him what I want.
I love that Brady, my 2 year old, sings along and bops his head like a rapper to, GASP, Chamillionaire-Tryin to catch me ridin dirty & double gasp, Flow Rider's Low. (I know, its Michael's fault)
I love that my kids are excited to do crafts with me everyday. (our gingerbread house by the way is almost bare, candy seems to be vanishing at an alarming rate.)
I love the excitement in my kiddos eyes this time of year, its magical!
I love how wonderful my hubby is to have all my clothes off the floor and hanging in my closet last night after watching the boys while I was at MOPS.
I love that I feel so great about my marriage after what seems to be a very fast, almost 5 years.